#824

#824

All at once she could no longer stand the longing building inside her. Her entire body ached in anticipation of the next moment.

“Please,” she begged under the weight of him.

And he gave into her.

She marveled at the pleasure on his face when he realized the extent of her desire.

All at once she could no longer stand the anxiety building inside her. Her entire body froze in anticipation of the next moment.

“Please,” she begged under the weight of him.

But he said it anyway.

She flinched at the pain on his face when he realized that she couldn’t say it back.

There is no need to say you love me, it would be better left unsaid – Say You’ll Be There by The Spice Girls

#702

#702

“I’m a handful,” she announces with an exaggerated shrug.

He looks unfazed as he stretches his hands wide, waves them at her, and says,
“I have big hands.”

I know you used to love me, but that was yesterdayLover, Lover by Jerrod Niemann

#326

#326

If she tries hard enough, she can still feel his breath in her hair and his heart quickening beneath her cheek as she deliberately dances her fingertips in slow circles on his skin.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose, in our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes – Man in Black by Johnny Cash

#718

#718

I take every opportunity to tilt my chin up to the moon—never wanting to miss my chance to glimpse the stars and say goodnight.

Give my love to a shooting starShooting Stars by Bag Raiders

#520

#520

There we sat, the chair too small for the two of us to share, legs pressed together from hip to knee. Your arm wrapped around me. Hands in my hair. Lips in my ear.

You made me laugh the whole night through.

He watched us the entire time from across the room and texted me that night to say he wanted to be the one to make me smile like that. He said he could hear my pretty laugh all day and never grow tired of it.

Dive bar on the East Side, where you at? – Delicate by Taylor Swift

#312

#312

She drew in a deep breath and noticed, for the first time in a long time, she could actually fill her lungs.

Meet me in Chicago, down by the water line; step across the gold coast, to my heart and to your wine – Chicago by Mat Kearney

#093

#093

“Give me those pretty lips,” he says as he licks his own. 

Two fingers under my chin, he tilts my head back and leans in.

I just want your extra time and your kiss — Kiss by Prince