Hello!I'm just starting to get into writing, so I'm looking for help on how to get things right.
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A Chance Is All I Need“It’s ‘Father of the Bride’,” commented the priest to a small laugh as the bridesmaids prepared to enter. “No! It’s Pachelbel’s Canon!” I muttered and smiled as I gave the answer I knew he would have given. We stood as the bride entered with her father on her arm and sat as she was handed over to her fiancé.A Chance Is All I Need
‘And I’d give up forever to touch you’ A dark auditorium… I wasn’t even supposed to be there… I crouched on the floor near the door and watched him perform for the first time in front of me, tears forming in my eyes…
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Your EyesI miss your skin In my mind my hand traces Your cheek Your lips Your neck Your shoulders Your back Your chest I pull open your shirt and pull you towards me Softly you kiss me And I trace your stomachYour Eyes
Yet I can’t pull myself away from your eyes
Summer's KissWe’ve been dancing this dance for months now. It’s ten months since we’d become more than acquaintances and those months had been, well, a rollercoaster ride. We’d had crushes on other people and formed a friendship group that had fallen apart in a very dramatic way. We’d gone from being friends to best friends to Just Friends. We publicly denied romantic interest in the other, yet behind closed doors we held hands and kissed each other’s cheeks, but somehow we were still unsure of how the other person felt. This particular summer’s day, we are lying on the double bed that folds out from under my bed. I turnSummer's Kiss
Longing Versus PatienceOut of all the things of this earth I only want for you.Longing Versus Patience
To feel your hand on mine your body pressed into mine and the occasion of your lips on mine is worth more gold than I ever have to offer.
What I wouldn’t give to see you always! For you to be curled next to me on the sofa. For you to be in bed when I get there all ruffled hair and sleepy grin and waiting to pull me into your arms. Even to see you first thing unusually silent madly trying to tame your appearance. These things would bring me such joy.
But young love must be patien
CloseShe only let him start it in the first place because it was taboo. If their families weren’t so close that they wouldn’t like it, she never would have touched him. She had what might be called a strong sexual appetite. Until it started, she hadn’t known that his basic animal instincts were just as strong. He was supposed to be like family to her. He’d sit and talk easily to her parents about his family and his education, just like he had always done as a child. But he wasn’t a child anymore, and neither was she, and no one seemed to realise.Close
For Female ReadersFirst, I'd like to start where every guy should. With your eyes.For Female Readers
They twinkle, with such an unsurpassed light, each little glimmer and twinkle like a diamond or pearl in the sunlight. However, even if I was offered such riches, I'd give them all away, just for one glance, one look from you.
Moving on to your face. It's beauty surpasses the combined efforts of the world's artists over the ages this world has existed. Sculpters, painters, all of them would not even try. A light shines from you, tha which no documentation could capture. You inspire, love, lust and desire, except such words fail uttery to truely know wha
A Story Of LoveAcross the room from you, there is a girl sitting at her desk. She seems calm, but you know her better that that. You know, that when she has no real expression on her face, she has a problem. Something is wrong. You walk over, concerned. She isn’t staring blankly at the desk you realize, she is staring at a piece of paper with a scribbled verse on it. Now you are really worried. Although she writes all the time, she usually takes her time, to make it rational and sensible, not fast rushed or messy. You place your hand on her shoulder and feel her shaking with sobs; the piece of paper in front of her is blotchy with tears. When sheA Story Of Love
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keep writing
I read some of your stuff too, it's really good! I'll keep an eye on you!
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