Desperate For Love - Tumblr Posts

I realized while watching the 2014 bayverse turtles movie, poor Mikey wanted to be loved by someone. I can tell the sweet bean seemed desperate wanting to have a girlfriend but never got the chance to have one let alone being with a human who can accept him for who he is in terms of being a mutant. If I was one of April's friends or a family member, I would happily be in a loving relationship with Mikey. Even if it has to be a secret one at that. Poor baby. I wanna kiss him and nuzzle with him hearing his happy churrs and purrs letting him know he will always be loved no matter what. 🤧😢

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Ones You Love

I want to be loved

No matter how much of an idiot I am

No matter how stubborn I remain to be

I want to be loved so bad

I don't care if it is with words, with actions or even gifts

All I ask is that at the end of the day I can see the love in your eyes when you look at me

Let me be the one your curtains open for

I want to be loved

No matter how much of an idiot I am

No matter how stubborn I remain to be

I want to be loved so bad

I don't care if it is with words, with actions or even gifts

All I ask is that at the end of the day I can see the love in your eyes when you look at me

Let me be the one your curtains open for

I want to be loved

No matter how much of an idiot I am

No matter how stubborn I remain to be

I want to be loved so bad

I don't care if it is with words, with actions or even gifts

All I ask is that at the end of the day I can see the love in your eyes when you look at me

Let me be the one your curtains open for

I want to be loved

No matter how much of an idiot I am

No matter how stubborn I remain to be

I want to be loved so bad

I don't care if it is with words, with actions or even gifts

All I ask is that at the end of the day I can see the love in your eyes when you look at me

Let me be the one your curtains open for

Midnight Moans.

I don’t know how long we’ve been asleep, I just know that it couldn’t have been long, for the sun hasn’t risen yet.

The glow of the TV barely illuminates the room, and Netflix is asking if we’re still watching.

My tired eyes, barely open, look down to the woman lying next to me. Her skin is cold against mine, and she’s curled up close to me to steal my warmth. I don’t mind, what’s mine is hers. I am hers.

I reach for the remote and turn off the TV. I turn back to my woman, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ears so I can admire her beauty. Her eyes flutter open and she looks into my soul. We smile at each other, we embrace each other, we kiss each other.

Before we know it, we’re grabbing, groping, pulling, grinding. It’s never just one kiss, it always turns into more. Into a need for each other. A desperate yearning to be as close to the other as possible.

Before we know it, it’s midnight and we’re moaning each other’s names.

Midnight Moans.

I don’t know how long we’ve been asleep, I just know that it couldn’t have been long, for the sun hasn’t risen yet.

The glow of the TV barely illuminates the room, and Netflix is asking if we’re still watching.

My tired eyes, barely open, look down to the woman lying next to me. Her skin is cold against mine, and she’s curled up close to me to steal my warmth. I don’t mind, what’s mine is hers. I am hers.

I reach for the remote and turn off the TV. I turn back to my woman, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ears so I can admire her beauty. Her eyes flutter open and she looks into my soul. We smile at each other, we embrace each other, we kiss each other.

Before we know it, we’re grabbing, groping, pulling, grinding. It’s never just one kiss, it always turns into more. Into a need for each other. A desperate yearning to be as close to the other as possible.

Before we know it, it’s midnight and we’re moaning each other’s names.

Midnight Moans.

I don’t know how long we’ve been asleep, I just know that it couldn’t have been long, for the sun hasn’t risen yet.

The glow of the TV barely illuminates the room, and Netflix is asking if we’re still watching.

My tired eyes, barely open, look down to the woman lying next to me. Her skin is cold against mine, and she’s curled up close to me to steal my warmth. I don’t mind, what’s mine is hers. I am hers.

I reach for the remote and turn off the TV. I turn back to my woman, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ears so I can admire her beauty. Her eyes flutter open and she looks into my soul. We smile at each other, we embrace each other, we kiss each other.

Before we know it, we’re grabbing, groping, pulling, grinding. It’s never just one kiss, it always turns into more. Into a need for each other. A desperate yearning to be as close to the other as possible.

Before we know it, it’s midnight and we’re moaning each other’s names.

Take Your Time.

Take your time with me, and let me take my time with you.

I’d much prefer to take things slow, to have you fully appreciate me. Likewise, I want to fully appreciate you.

Let’s not make it our goal to finish, because we’ll get there eventually. Instead let’s taste each other’s lips a while longer, take sips from each other’s souls’.

We can make love slowly as a form of worship, until our hips buck with desperation, our breaths become heavy with desire, and our eyes display our crazed need.

Take Your Time.

Take your time with me, and let me take my time with you.

I’d much prefer to take things slow, to have you fully appreciate me. Likewise, I want to fully appreciate you.

Let’s not make it our goal to finish, because we’ll get there eventually. Instead let’s taste each other’s lips a while longer, take sips from each other’s souls’.

We can make love slowly as a form of worship, until our hips buck with desperation, our breaths become heavy with desire, and our eyes display our crazed need.

Take Your Time.

Take your time with me, and let me take my time with you.

I’d much prefer to take things slow, to have you fully appreciate me. Likewise, I want to fully appreciate you.

Let’s not make it our goal to finish, because we’ll get there eventually. Instead let’s taste each other’s lips a while longer, take sips from each other’s souls’.

We can make love slowly as a form of worship, until our hips buck with desperation, our breaths become heavy with desire, and our eyes display our crazed need.

Take Your Time.

Take your time with me, and let me take my time with you.

I’d much prefer to take things slow, to have you fully appreciate me. Likewise, I want to fully appreciate you.

Let’s not make it our goal to finish, because we’ll get there eventually. Instead let’s taste each other’s lips a while longer, take sips from each other’s souls’.

We can make love slowly as a form of worship, until our hips buck with desperation, our breaths become heavy with desire, and our eyes display our crazed need.

I dreamt i had someone who loved me

Someone who loved me so purely, so sweetly and so just how i like it, that i loved him back

I'm mad at myself for not remembering his face, the only reminiscence i have is that he had curly locks, just the way i like it, i wish i could say what color they where, i just know it was a dark color, but, inside the "dark color" scheme, his hair could of been red, brown, dirty blonde or black, i guess I'll never know the true identity of my perfect boy.

It's a faint memory already, we where traveling, in a cruise maybe, when i try to reconnect to it i get the feeling of water, a vast ocean beneath us, and we where so happily in love, engulfed in one another's warmth, enraptured in the other's embrace and the feel of the wind.

I don't know where we departed, i just know that that future or alternate universe me was so happy and so in love with the person in her arms

that i wanted to be like her.