Behind the walls of shared deceit; where both their fantasies came to meet, he asked not to speak for lustful words would often mislead; a hope that he might someday decide to lead. She kissed his cheek and with no retreat, fell into a lie, she no longer sought to keep.
"You're beautiful" he breathed, against her soft skin he found an ease, he traced her figure, inhaled then exhaled the scent that glued to her skin deep, took a moment, to stop and tease; or perhaps a moment to appreciate the rare beauty that was hard to leave.
Obscure in her words, she held him close to prevent the doubt that often had him enclosed; unaware of where her mind goes, and his assumptions always made it worse, a doubt was to be in clover from fear of ever getting closer.
She gave him a part of her; a part that was abused by another, the same part he admired, another man had desired, the same part he caressed and touched down the same route another man had forced his way in to reach its bloom, the part of her that she was told beautiful, the same part both men had told her was beautiful.
To learn to love, a woman like her, who never learned that she had a thing to offer, beneath a soft skin that was her delicate cover, to learn to appreciate her true colour when its finally bared and discovered, to learn to look for the eyes that speak behind the disguise, to learn to seek then comfort the soul that was once left tattered and torn.
Give her your time when she asks for it, be patient, willingly inclined to read between the lines of who she is, give her a chance to see that there's much more to her than what he made her perceive, and finally get her to embrace that her beauty isn't a source of disgrace.
Inside their make-believe, a sentimental state in which they craved and longed to stay, a daydream they both shared, lost within the vague blissful state it made, clinging to what has come to pass, and no questions were asked, he traced her thighs with his fingers, brushing over the soft skin that made it easy to linger, she closed her eyes and inhaled the deep desire he exhaled, knowing fully what awaits her in the remains of this escape.
"You're beautiful" he breathed, against her soft skin he found an ease, he traced her figure, inhaled then exhaled the scent that glued to her skin deep, took a moment, to stop and tease; or perhaps a moment to appreciate the rare beauty that was hard to leave.
Obscure in her words, she held him close to prevent the doubt that often had him enclosed; unaware of where her mind goes, and his assumptions always made it worse, a doubt was to be in clover from fear of ever getting closer.
She gave him a part of her; a part that was abused by another, the same part he admired, another man had desired, the same part he caressed and touched down the same route another man had forced his way in to reach its bloom, the part of her that she was told beautiful, the same part both men had told her was beautiful.
To learn to love, a woman like her, who never learned that she had a thing to offer, beneath a soft skin that was her delicate cover, to learn to appreciate her true colour when its finally bared and discovered, to learn to look for the eyes that speak behind the disguise, to learn to seek then comfort the soul that was once left tattered and torn.
Give her your time when she asks for it, be patient, willingly inclined to read between the lines of who she is, give her a chance to see that there's much more to her than what he made her perceive, and finally get her to embrace that her beauty isn't a source of disgrace.
Inside their make-believe, a sentimental state in which they craved and longed to stay, a daydream they both shared, lost within the vague blissful state it made, clinging to what has come to pass, and no questions were asked, he traced her thighs with his fingers, brushing over the soft skin that made it easy to linger, she closed her eyes and inhaled the deep desire he exhaled, knowing fully what awaits her in the remains of this escape.
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