I want your body
Pressed up against my heart.
I want your hands spreading my
Lingering over the curves of my
Stroking my opinions,
and cupping my
I want your soul
Breathing heavily against my collarbones.
I want your thoughts
Nibling on my ears,
Pressed against my lips,
Naked on my skin,
Hard under my hands
And your desires…
I want your desires letting out soft little
Moans against my soul. I want you.
I love being a team player and communicating with my team, but sometimes when I’m on a bit of a losing streak I just want to make the other players suffer. I’ll go Omega Squad Teemo for the next few games and make it my duty to make sure the enemy laner can’t step foot out of lane without running into a shroom or worse, a full-build camouflaged AP Burstmo. Nothing feels better than flashing that Mastery Lvl. 6 emote after a kill or five.
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it