Thinking Of U Poems For Him Novels & Stories

“Nothing” “Or are you thinking about him again” his voice is filled with irritation but I have clearly made it clear this was just for the business. We are just with each other for the benefits not out of love, he grinds me while he does my dirty work perfectly and this particular part of it finally works. I could finally be with the man I have truly loved. “Don't be silly, I wasn't thinking about anyone” His hand goes to the small of my back bringing me closer till I inhale his cigarette scent.

Okay, the poem says. Brother... When I think of love, I think of you, Brother... When I think of happiness, I think of you, Brother... And when I think of peace and comfort, I think of you, Brother... Because you, Brother, mean the world to me... You know, Sometimes I wonder if you are really just my brother or my biological, Dad... Well... I guess this is because you are just too perfect! Whenever I think of a life without you, Brother, I realize that I'll rather be dead than live without you...

he whispered, “but I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get you out of my mind. I don’t think I can ever live without you again.” TBC

“The worst kind. The kind that addicts. That kills. That makes a man forget himself.” “Then drown in me.” He laughed, and the sound was obscene and beautiful. “I already have. A long time ago.” His rhythm accelerated, and I clung to him, my legs tightening around his shoulders, my nails digging into his arms. “When you’re there, Tristan…” I gasped as the pleasure began to rise, an overwhelming wave making my entire skin prickle. “When you’re about to come… I want you to think of me. Only me.” “I only think of you,” his voice came out broken, desperate. “Every day. Every night. In every orgasm, in every breath, in every damn moment of clarity.”

"What are you saying, Vione? How can you bring up another man when we're together?" "O-oh." Vione blinked, embarrassed, then shook his head. "No. I didn't mean that." "In my eyes, you did. Um. Can't you just think about me?" "I do, Usher. I think about you all the time. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you." Finally, Vione was able to express everything. Not only about love, but also about how she got through those days. Usher has always been an inseparable part of her life and death.

"You're so dirty-minded. Don't you ever think about anything else?" He cupped my ass, lifting me till I was circling his waist." I think about your ass and this little cunt ." He pushed a finger inside me and I gasped, water from the shower rushing into my opened mouth. " I think about fucking you all the time, I think I'm addicted." He grazed his tongue on my neck, placing himself at my entrance. My back hit the wall the next second as he slammed into me. I gripped his broad shoulders a loud moan escaping my lips.

******** ~Uthman~ 1 265 789 times. That's the exact number of times I've thought of Jade in the last five days. She filled in my thoughts every fucking time. If I stayed up till late in the night, I would wonder if she was asleep or still awake, if she was back to her normal self now, if...... Damn! I've thought about her more than I've thought about anyone in my entire life. And that's just in five days. I've stalked her on social media, going over her posts on F******k, obsessing over her pictures on IG. In the end, I sent her a friend request on F******k and followed her on IG. Why Jade?

"Why are you thinking about this man?" "Because he once did the same thing you are doing now. He once promised me forever, he lied."

Every excuse we had been holding dissolved like sugar in hot water. I did not move at first. I let the words sink in, let the want step closer, let the rain be a metronome at the edge of everything. He did not look away. He had brought desire into the room and set it down between us like a third glass. “Say it again,” I said. He exhaled. “I think about you.” “Me too,” I said. “You.”

"So you are thinking about me!" "You're constantly on my damn mind," he growled, sounding almost pained. "I can't escape you, no matter what I do. Your image is seared into my brain, printed on the backs of my eyelids. Our memories haunt me, stealing me away from myself at every turn." He exhaled heavily, as if suddenly overwhelmed. "Not even burying myself in work can fill the void you left inside me when you walked away."