The heart falls for whom the heart loves, and whilst I know it is wrong to love her, I cannot hide the feelings I have.
I fight to keep them at bay and yet I find myself lusting over her, thinking of her whilst I know I should not.
I would walk over burning hot coals just to lay witness to her naked form, and I find myself doing unimaginable things to do so.
She has, and will forever be, my guilty passion. When I am free to muse, it is only of her in my mind, where I have had her a thousand times.
And yet the reality is that though I crave to have her till the end of time, mine she will never be.
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This is so beautiful.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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❤
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Thank you 💜
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That must be really tough, having someone out of reach.
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Better to acknowledge feelings and deal with them, than deny them and have them eat away at you. Thanks for commenting ☺
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Yes. This would describe me perfectly. Only he’s a he. I suppose it could happen…. if only he felt the same.
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I wonder how many times in a lifetime we ask the same thing ‘if only’.
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