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Love.

Undefinable, unconditional love. It can be described is many ways, but what is love?

It’s a feeling that arouses your being, an intangible object that presents itself to you through compassion. It’s something you hear in that person’s voice that reassures you that your heart is safe with them. It’s something you see when you look at them and know that you are the only person in the world that will ever mean that much to them, and vice versa. It is something that surges throughout every inch of your being and humbles you, it compels you to feel emotions that no other could create for you. When you look at them, it allows you to see yourself with that person when your hair becomes gray, your bones become weak, and when you’re a little older and know that they will still, to that day, take care of you. Young love does exist, and for those lucky few, everyone should admire that and want to someday become that lucky as to find that one person that can fulfill every desire you’ve had, every wildest expectation, every happy dream, every anticipated moment, because you’ll want to spend all of that with that one person for the rest of your life. But, love also causes you to experience things you normally can’t unless you have love. It causes you to hurt, it causes longing, it causes many many things that you must learn from so you, yourself, will be able to create your own definition for Love.

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Just an Observation.

But, I think girls just want that one boy. That one man who is true to her, and is willing to give her what she needs - unconditional love, that’s all. Girls want that one guy who reminds her that she’s beautiful, and appreciates her being. I think ladies want a tough guy who stands up for her, but also an honest boy who stands up to her when she sounds a bit unreasonable or out of line. From what I’ve noticed, via Tumblr and through real life experiences, girls are on the search for that boy who actually listens to them; a guy who actually is able to give feedback, and responds with more than a, “Mhm,” or “Yeah, yeah.” You know what? Maybe they want a guy who, even when he’s with his boys, still says “Babe, hold my hand.” I’d say that girls want that one boy who’s theirs, but that’s an understatement. I think girls want that boy to focus on - the one to make their entire world.

I don’t thinks girls want to fall to the ground, they just want to fall in love. But yeah, just an observation.

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Make love to me in my sleep, Love. Wrap me in your senses, and drag me into you. Dream with me. Invoke me and provoke me. Lets set our love aflame on cool, white cotton sheets. Invade my dreams. Storm me, shower me the figments of imagination and blast them at me with your reality. I’ll fill the landscape with you.

I think I am in love with your sensation. I find delight in imagining the brush of your lips on my skin. I tend to indulge in the scent of.. you. My mouth waters in anticipation. I find elation in the twisting tangle of limbs across our cool cotton bed, crisp white and silky against my skin, caressing me as I meet with you. The kiss of your flesh is so provocative in my memory; chest on chest, mouth on: spine, hip, cheek, lip, and taste. Occupy my senses, love, and let me drown in you.

Let me be what you inhale; let me be your drug that crackheads snort. Be something I cannot live without, my oxygen. With your kiss; your lip to lip dance with me in the moonlight and our dreams, each exhalation brings me back down with you, landing on earth. I feel your breath on my neck, the most gentle caress. Your body arches backward in a languid lust-filled surrender, molten and flowing to pool in your belly. You can steal me with a touch, with a brush, with a shift of air, with a look as I feel your eyes descend on me. I would be frozen, trembling and heated within the frame of my muscles.

I want to be a lone boat in the vast ocean of your eyes, picture-calm and isolated observing you. Sweet salt drifting over me in your waves; rocking me in your lust-filled maelstrom.

Wrap me in your skin and bake me with your warmth. Let your breath play on my skin and evaporate into the air of our cold, dimly lit room. I want to taste your tongue, swallow your breath and live in your pants. Paint my body with your caress and play me with your fingers in this midnight darkness. Let me fill in your hands, shaken and undone, unraveled and free to hang on your fingertips. Weave me in your patterns and brighten me with your smiles. Move for me, Love, as our limbs curl and twine passionately smooth in darkness. Let our bodies be undiscovered territory, unwrappable and opened; our geography merging as we drink of each other’s seas. Float through me as I do you, with my arms around you waistline-deep and your touch on my lips.

Make love to me tonight. Open yourself over me and feed on me in your passion. Don’t you know my joy lives in you? Enslave me and I will love you forever. Let your fingers tremble on my skin and I will live for you. Rise up with me, in sweet sensation and fly free of our skins, leaving our bones to fall together. Come back to me, sweet and sweaty, and let me rest to the thundering of your heart.

Then let me awaken, as the dawn surpasses the moonlight, my arm around you, my precious thing. Your smoothness soothes me. Grace me with your sleep-driven motions, and I will get lost within you.

the nice guy