Tag Archive | lesbian romance
Not really the type to just settle. Bedroom antics are one thing-we’re all animals with needs, after all. Savages until sunrise. No one really wants to wake-up next to a hyena full of guilt, ready to run quicker than the predecessor. All of us in the kingdom want some physical contact. It’s not human nature, […]
It’s either easy picking, or too arrogant, sitting alone in the corner, just hoping that you’d grab me by the shoulder and pull me in like she used to. Not one of you will be quite like her. You’re all your own beasts, in my book, but I miss her. In so many ways. The […]
Could you be mine? Would you even be mine? Is it even worth it, to try and cross that line? Assume, it could be great. All we both ever wanted. Could we even date? Did we already call it? Spoken like it’s set in stone, Friends is what we agreed on.
Don’t need no lady to drive ME crazy. Alone, it doesn’t faze me. Baddest at their worsts, Got me running even faster, Kicking dirt on the way past her. With one, there’s less room to hurt. Purposefully save face and worth, Hold and grasp to the concept of loving me first.
Is it a cop-out to never love again? To deny any and all the possibilities of it? Regularly battle with the idea that this is for the best: to remain vacant and hollow in interactions with others in order to protect what’s left of my particularly fragile heart. Other times I know that those connections […]
Almost went to that island-you know-the one from that time-you know. It was your 21st birthday. Both of us knew what a meaningful birthday our peers deemed it to be. You were understandably excited about earning the aged ability of entering any adult venue and sipping any alcoholic beverage you wanted. Everyone should be stoked […]
Do you see what I see? Is your tongue just as tied? Dying to be wrapped around mine all the time? Let’s kiss and unwind. Gotta feeling this could be something greater than either of us Could have hoped to find. Don’t want to force it. And it feels, we don’t need to. Time will […]
How long until you know that I want you? Don’t want to be a creep, but girl, you got me Facebook creeping Blame it on you, from all the cheesing we do on the weekends Whatever it may be, girl, please believe it You might want this, but moreso, you could need this
My city makes ’em pretty. St. Paul. Where a dimes conversion rate exceeds 50. Like the value rises once you cross the Mississippi. For me, Minne girls can move way too quickly, They tend to be risky, so crossing that river gets tricky. Bridges join where our lips meet and dam currents into streams, While […]