Thinking Of U Poems For Him Novels & Stories

I suddenly have the thought of having me inside me like this forever. As he fucks me, I take in both the intense sensation of his thrusting and his gorgeous looks, each time I look at him I couldn't stop myself from thinking that he is a specimen made by heaven, there is not part of him that was well sculptured, the thought of having him all to myself suddenly flashed in my mind but I shook it off, even though it refused to go I paid not mind to it, How can I own such a being?

“Perfect. Everything is perfect. I was just thinking about how lucky I am. I know we talk about it a lot, but after something like that, I can’t help but think about it again.” “Think about what?” “How we met. It was so totally random. I feel like I should send someone a thank you card.” He laughed. “I’m not sure who you would address that to or how you would send it.” “I think the only thing I can do is be thankful every day that you are in my life. I promise not to take anything for granted. I promise that even when you make me crazy frustrated, I will think about what my life would be without you in it. I will think about moments like this, and my anger will evaporate.”

“U‍s.” He didn’t a⁠nsw⁠er right away. Just watched me, his eyes r‍eflecting the sof‌t⁠ glow of the city light‌s. “And‍ wh‍at do you⁠ see when you think about us?” I‍ too⁠k a deep breath. “S‍omething fr⁠agile. But real.” ‌H‌e nodded slo⁠wly. “That’s… probably the best way to describe‌ it.”

“I’ve never wanted anybody in the way I want you, I can’t stop thinking about you daily.” “Romano, I can’t hold it in.” “Let it out.”

He sat close—closer than usual—but didn’t touch me. He let me decide. I turned toward him slowly, tucking my knees under me. “Do you ever think about how we used to be?” I asked. His answer came instantly. “Every day.” He looked at me like he was trying to memorize me. “I think about all the things I didn’t say,” he added. “All the times I let you walk away instead of pulling you back.” I swallowed hard. “I think about the quiet, mostly. The loneliness that crept in between all our silences.”

I couldn't stop thinking about him. Not in the least. In just a few days, he was able to make me think about him. But not overly. I've read books where the two lovers see something and they immediately think about the other. I'm not like that. I just thought of him when he came to mind. Like when you think of a food you want to eat. Or how you long for a season you're not in. Something like that.

Thunder again pierced the moment of thoughtful stillness. Dave could see the gears turning in the man’s mind. His thoughts were halted by, "Why could you not decipher the entire poem?" "Oh yeah, and find love?" Dave almost wanted to smile. "I don't even have a clue about love."

If you need anything, call me. Have a wonderful day, Solnyshko. I'll be thinking about you <3 **** My gaze lingers on the last line for longer than a minute and my fingers trace the words, lining the ink. I'll be thinking about you. Why is it that single sentence made my heart summersault in my chest?

“Try this one. I find it writes well.” He’s right, as always. The pen glides across the paper like a dream, glinting in the light like a silver bullet. I swirl my letters, making them just so, hoping he’ll comment again when he surprises me with a curveball. “I’m too old for you,” he says quietly. My heart pounds. My throat was dry and crackly. “Or I’m too young for you. That’s what you mean, isn’t it?” “No,” he says. “It isn’t. I’m thinking of you, not me.” He sighs, and I

His thoughtful planning never ceased to amaze me. "You thought of everything, didn't you?" I asked, turning to face him, my palms finding solace on his chest. "For the years you weren't here, the dreams of spending my life with you, with our pups in this house, kept me going, Nesta," he spoke softly, his voice filled with a deep sense of longing and devotion. "All I could think about was you and us, so how could I not think of everything?" His fingers gently caressed my cheek, and my heart swelled with overwhelming love.