
Originally Posted by
xDyScOrDiAx
You only want me because you want a black child whose basketball career you can piggy back off of. I feel so used.
That's not true.
I want, nae; need you.
Your lips locked against my own,
you have become a reflection of myself,
an extension of my identity.
Woman may come and go in my life,
yet they provide only a choice to me,
I choose you.
My heart beats with a thunder,
coursing this ador through my fragile vains,
with a passion that exudes through me,
takes hold of me,
moulds me.
With the heat of my touch,
the light within my gaze,
it can no longer conceal the blossom of my own,
into a higher reality.
I could never imagine,
I may never forget.
and when I experience it,
with you,
above,
below,
beside you.
I have only one worry...
...remembering to breathe.
Besides, i'm more using you for the free slurpee thrown in.
Hur c: