Adryel13
We are blank pages being filled as we live our days. We are the shock of every coincidence, of every connection. We are a Sunday of cheesy singing. We are the longing for what is yet to come. We are the hands that will be held, the messy cuddles, the intense laughter, the stifled moans. We are the certainty that it is still possible to try. And I will try. 🤞🏻
Adryel13
"Another poem?" The envious will say/ "He's insane!" I'll hear it in the hallways/ But how can I explain your warm way?/ Something that the losers won't understand/ Your electricity runs through my being/ Filling every corner of my soul/ The landscape in my window is you/ That excites me and also calms me/ And, if one day, the Fates intervene?/ To make the Prophecy remain/ I'll change everything they decide/ I'll make them cry and suffer night and day/ Until you are eternally m&u/ Because I am already eternally t&u!
Adryel13
Place your lips close to mine. Let gravity and magnetism act. I'll do whatever you want, if you speak with your hands. Your fingers reading my body and pressing it to yours. Feeling your warm breath on me and breathing in your kisses. Your voice echoing in my head, my eyes searching the sky in an eternal replay of your electricity that keeps me trapped in our freedom.