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Cold,
ice slipping against my skin,
tiny fingers leaving goosebumps and condensation along the ridge that was my spine. Shivers were no longer product of chill with him around. I sat in my bed, wrapped in the rough material of my sheets, staring towards him with wide eyes. He nearly purred as he moved closer to me, his cloak billowing out behind him in the non-existant breeze. I prepared for his arms to wrap around me, gentle and caring... as they did every other night before. My sign saying it was then okay to stumble into my dreamless slumber, but the cold did not come. I opened my eyes and found him much closer to my face than what I was accustomed.
The wide blue eyes of a boy, no older than eight, staring intensely into mine.
I gasped, yearning for his embrace and hoping this strange expression on his face would disappear. My movements were flustered as I reached out, awaiting the tiny, ghost pale arms to send me to sleep.
His lips found their mark first.
Electricity,
coursing through us at an alarming rate, the intoxicating aroma nearly rendering me numb, so sweet, so familiar... and certainly not his. It was perfection. As if he had peeped into some of my most private fantasies and shaped them to the nearest reality, the best he could manage. I didn't think about this long enough to realize he probably had. Cloning her sweet scent, and trying his best to imitate what I had always imagined those lips doing. How ridiculous this probably looked for a stranger, how strange still it would look if others could see him.
I felt myself giving in to him completely, his small hand wandering to my back, and with a triumphant smile he pulled away. Keeping his hand on my back and pulling me into a tight embrace before walking into the shadows.
I have never felt so lonely or so empty, surrounded by loved ones. As the day he vanished.
A kiss pulled straight from my dreams,
and given to me by a young ghost boy...
and to this day, i wish it hadn't been his
lips to create that energy.
That those fantasies could have realized in their truest form.
finishing off,
I can't live without him.
I love my boy,
I truly do.
ice slipping against my skin,
tiny fingers leaving goosebumps and condensation along the ridge that was my spine. Shivers were no longer product of chill with him around. I sat in my bed, wrapped in the rough material of my sheets, staring towards him with wide eyes. He nearly purred as he moved closer to me, his cloak billowing out behind him in the non-existant breeze. I prepared for his arms to wrap around me, gentle and caring... as they did every other night before. My sign saying it was then okay to stumble into my dreamless slumber, but the cold did not come. I opened my eyes and found him much closer to my face than what I was accustomed.
The wide blue eyes of a boy, no older than eight, staring intensely into mine.
I gasped, yearning for his embrace and hoping this strange expression on his face would disappear. My movements were flustered as I reached out, awaiting the tiny, ghost pale arms to send me to sleep.
His lips found their mark first.
Electricity,
coursing through us at an alarming rate, the intoxicating aroma nearly rendering me numb, so sweet, so familiar... and certainly not his. It was perfection. As if he had peeped into some of my most private fantasies and shaped them to the nearest reality, the best he could manage. I didn't think about this long enough to realize he probably had. Cloning her sweet scent, and trying his best to imitate what I had always imagined those lips doing. How ridiculous this probably looked for a stranger, how strange still it would look if others could see him.
I felt myself giving in to him completely, his small hand wandering to my back, and with a triumphant smile he pulled away. Keeping his hand on my back and pulling me into a tight embrace before walking into the shadows.
I have never felt so lonely or so empty, surrounded by loved ones. As the day he vanished.
A kiss pulled straight from my dreams,
and given to me by a young ghost boy...
and to this day, i wish it hadn't been his
lips to create that energy.
That those fantasies could have realized in their truest form.
finishing off,
I can't live without him.
I love my boy,
I truly do.
okay, I switched it over to this account.
I needed to clean up *adapho anyways.
Yes,
to you it may be non-fiction, but to me... he is very real.
I love him dearly.
I needed to clean up *adapho anyways.
Yes,
to you it may be non-fiction, but to me... he is very real.
I love him dearly.
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deeep... u have a way with words 