I have so many drafts on my blog, I write everyday but most just end up as drafts cos I use this account as a sort of diary... thats why they are drafts...anyway...so today, I decided to look through them just like you would do if you had a diary...and I came across this...the same thought but three different versions... I don't know what I was gonna use it for..no fucking clue...
Your sweet lips
and muscular arms
your bare chest
and strong buttocks
your loving hands
"I have missed you so", he said, gathering me into his arms and planting a kiss on my inviting lips, "where have you been?", no where...I have been here, waiting for you....
And all this is nothing but the pleasure of a shadow of a thought.
"I have missed you so", he said, gathering me into his arms and planting a kiss on my inviting lips, "where have you been?", nowhere...I have been here, waiting for you....
"waffy? you okay?"
"Yes I am, why?"
"why are you smiling?"
"Oh, it was the pleasure of a thought"
"No it wasn't...it was the shadow of a thought, yes, thats what it was, just a
In what seemed to be a moment
I wrote words from depths
that knew no depths
and every word had but a moment
to describe feelings
to describe reasons
why all this must be said at this moment
and when all was said, it took just a moment
for me to realise it was all a shadow of a thought.