How can I look you in the eyes after the thoughts I've just had running through my head and the feeling pulsing thro my body.

I want to feel your body on mine, the weight on top, the beat of your heart, and the heat of your skin on mine, the pressure of your kisses, the lingering touch of your hand, the sweet taste of your body, the one thing I need most...you.

I wanna rip his top off, feel the curves of his body, and him to be mine.

I just wanna run into his arms, him to tell me everything's gonna be alright and he'll love me forever.

She wants to go up to him, rip his top of, and feel his body under her hands.

She got this urge to just run up to him and start kissing him and never stop.

She got this longing in her body, for flesh against flesh, to feel his body against her.

Does age matter when you truly love somone?

Running From MySelf. I Can't Stand The Thought In My Head...

So this is love, what dreams are made of?
What everyone wants and some never get...