FerventĀ 


I shudder and a moan escapes my lips

As I trace my love for you between my legs

My hands tease my desires, drawing them out in long, slow strokes

While my womanhood soaks the sheets, weeping with ceaseless desire for you

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The kids we will never have


Why can’t I stop fantasizing about the kids we will never have? It is so wrong but oh how cute they will be! If it’s a boy he will surely have your spiky hair which stands up all over your head whenever it gets tousled. It would be so adorable and that is the reason my heart melts every time I see a spiky haired little baby boy. It reminds me of the son we will never have. 

Our kids would love deep and hard, just like their parents. They would feel everything ten times harder than other people do and our boy might keep it all bottled up like you do. Hopefully our girl would be a bit more like her mommy and talk about things!

They would write adorable, ardent poems for their first crush and hide them from the prying eyes of the world. A closely guarded secret. And also because they probably are terrible at flirting like us. And also because writing about their feelings is second nature, just like it is to us. I wish I could tell them it was your writing that first drew me to you in a more wholesome manner. I always wanted a man who could write, especially poems!

Our babies might be completely different from us. But still inextricably be us. At their very core they would be a mix of both you and I.

They would be beautiful.

They would never come to be.