Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

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Tonight is all that matters
You’ve noticed me and you know I’ve noticed you, too. The electricity buzzing between us is palpable. I can’t pull my eyes from you. You’ve taken my breath away since the moment I saw you and I’m still waiting to exhale.
There are too many faces around us, so much never ending talk. All of it is irrelevant to me. I only have eyes for you. My mind is in overdrive with the possibilities of you and me. What could be. What might be. What will be.
This cat and mouse game is getting more interesting by the second. I don’t know who the cat is at this point and who the mouse, but I hope we catch each other sooner rather than later. I can’t stand the thought of you suddenly disappearing again into the night.
I need to hear your voice. I have to touch your skin. I ache to kiss your lips. The longer this is going on, the more you torture me with your beauty, the harder I will fall. And I know I’m falling already. The question now is just how hard.
Take all of your cautions and throw them to the wind with both hands. I did, when my eyes first saw yours. Let’s not worry about any consequences. Let’s pretend it’s the end of the world tomorrow and all we have is tonight.
And tomorrow, if I can get myself to let go of you to make you the first of a thousand future coffees, you can tell me who you are…
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Tonight is all that matters

You’ve noticed me and you know I’ve noticed you, too. The electricity buzzing between us is palpable. I can’t pull my eyes from you. You’ve taken my breath away since the moment I saw you and I’m still waiting to exhale.

There are too many faces around us, so much never ending talk. All of it is irrelevant to me. I only have eyes for you. My mind is in overdrive with the possibilities of you and me. What could be. What might be. What will be.

This cat and mouse game is getting more interesting by the second. I don’t know who the cat is at this point and who the mouse, but I hope we catch each other sooner rather than later. I can’t stand the thought of you suddenly disappearing again into the night.

I need to hear your voice. I have to touch your skin. I ache to kiss your lips. The longer this is going on, the more you torture me with your beauty, the harder I will fall. And I know I’m falling already. The question now is just how hard.

Take all of your cautions and throw them to the wind with both hands. I did, when my eyes first saw yours. Let’s not worry about any consequences. Let’s pretend it’s the end of the world tomorrow and all we have is tonight.

And tomorrow, if I can get myself to let go of you to make you the first of a thousand future coffees, you can tell me who you are…

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It’s about time
He couldn’t believe it. How did he get here? As much as he tried, he couldn’t remember. But here he was, between her legs about to run his tongue along her glistening slit. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. She had her arms spread wide across the bed, fists clenching at the bed sheets. She was bracing herself, waiting for him to finally start.
He had waited years for this very moment. Oh, how many times he had replayed it in his head. Every movement of every body part. Every satisfied sigh and deep moan. Now he would finally be able to put it into practice. And he knew it would be so much better in real life than his imagination could ever possibly conceive.
He lowered his head again and admired her perfect lips. To him they were faultless. And in a few seconds he would taste them for the very first time. He could feel himself getting harder - if that were even possible. The scent of her sex entered his nose, instantly making his mouth water. Enough looking. He needed to put his mouth on her. When suddenly…
"The time is 6 am. Rise and shine, people. Let’s start a brand new day."
He jumped up, startled and confused, and looked around. His eyes caught the blaring alarm clock next to him on the bedside table. Then the rest of the room and finally his empty bed.
"Not again! Mother…"
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It’s about time

He couldn’t believe it. How did he get here? As much as he tried, he couldn’t remember. But here he was, between her legs about to run his tongue along her glistening slit. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. She had her arms spread wide across the bed, fists clenching at the bed sheets. She was bracing herself, waiting for him to finally start.

He had waited years for this very moment. Oh, how many times he had replayed it in his head. Every movement of every body part. Every satisfied sigh and deep moan. Now he would finally be able to put it into practice. And he knew it would be so much better in real life than his imagination could ever possibly conceive.

He lowered his head again and admired her perfect lips. To him they were faultless. And in a few seconds he would taste them for the very first time. He could feel himself getting harder - if that were even possible. The scent of her sex entered his nose, instantly making his mouth water. Enough looking. He needed to put his mouth on her. When suddenly…

"The time is 6 am. Rise and shine, people. Let’s start a brand new day."

He jumped up, startled and confused, and looked around. His eyes caught the blaring alarm clock next to him on the bedside table. Then the rest of the room and finally his empty bed.

"Not again! Mother…"

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Strangers
It was a day like any other, the day they met. Just two strangers traveling along the journey of life. Suddenly and unexpectedly their paths crossed. He didn’t think much about the importance of their encounter at the beginning and she didn’t consider it to be much more than a random meeting.
Then slowly it progressed. They evolved. The intensity grew. Their dependency on one another began to border on the obsessive at times. They needed each other in a way neither of them had ever experienced before. From the flicker of a chance meeting the flame grew into a blazing fire. The hotter it became the more they wanted it.
They gave it all they could. Neither of them had ever imagined being truly capable of such emotions. It felt strange but it also felt like the right thing to do. The only true thing to do. They wanted everything that was possible between them. To explore every desire, every feeling. To see if this could end up being what it appeared to be.
But they pushed too hard. Over time things began to change. What once bonded them together started to rip them apart. Needs were left unfulfilled while demands were being made. Disappointment and anger inevitably followed. Love made way for resentment.
But they wanted to fight for it. For each other. There was simply no other option if they were going to last. They owed it to themselves to put the hurt and pain behind them and leave the past where it belonged. They tried with everything they had. Through laughter and tears, whispering and yelling. But ultimately it wasn’t enough.
They had been strangers when they first met and they were strangers once again when they went their separate ways - on a day like any other.
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Strangers

It was a day like any other, the day they met. Just two strangers traveling along the journey of life. Suddenly and unexpectedly their paths crossed. He didn’t think much about the importance of their encounter at the beginning and she didn’t consider it to be much more than a random meeting.

Then slowly it progressed. They evolved. The intensity grew. Their dependency on one another began to border on the obsessive at times. They needed each other in a way neither of them had ever experienced before. From the flicker of a chance meeting the flame grew into a blazing fire. The hotter it became the more they wanted it.

They gave it all they could. Neither of them had ever imagined being truly capable of such emotions. It felt strange but it also felt like the right thing to do. The only true thing to do. They wanted everything that was possible between them. To explore every desire, every feeling. To see if this could end up being what it appeared to be.

But they pushed too hard. Over time things began to change. What once bonded them together started to rip them apart. Needs were left unfulfilled while demands were being made. Disappointment and anger inevitably followed. Love made way for resentment.

But they wanted to fight for it. For each other. There was simply no other option if they were going to last. They owed it to themselves to put the hurt and pain behind them and leave the past where it belonged. They tried with everything they had. Through laughter and tears, whispering and yelling. But ultimately it wasn’t enough.

They had been strangers when they first met and they were strangers once again when they went their separate ways - on a day like any other.

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Unbreakable
The connection they shared was not understood by others. It was as rare as a precious stone or a sky full of shooting stars. Completely natural and untainted. There was no effort or conditions. It was quite impossible to explain or develop theories about its existence. It was wonderfully unique. That was all that mattered to them.
The bond connecting their bodies was unseen by the rest of the world. It stayed hidden behind closed doors. That’s where they would melt into each other. Their forms gliding effortlessly, moulding around one another. Two bodies beating with one heart, turning into one being. It was more than physical. It was as if a higher force had taken over.
Their love was pure but resilient. Strong like the toughest of steels forged in the fiery depths of this earth. Nothing could break it. People would try. The world would do its best attempting to pull them apart. But to no avail. They were meant to be and not even the universe had the power to change that.
They were indestructible. From the day they met and into eternity. Even death would only be a minor obstacle. Their souls had turned into one and their love would continue into the next world, wherever that would be. Unbreakable - neither in life nor in death.
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Unbreakable

The connection they shared was not understood by others. It was as rare as a precious stone or a sky full of shooting stars. Completely natural and untainted. There was no effort or conditions. It was quite impossible to explain or develop theories about its existence. It was wonderfully unique. That was all that mattered to them.

The bond connecting their bodies was unseen by the rest of the world. It stayed hidden behind closed doors. That’s where they would melt into each other. Their forms gliding effortlessly, moulding around one another. Two bodies beating with one heart, turning into one being. It was more than physical. It was as if a higher force had taken over.

Their love was pure but resilient. Strong like the toughest of steels forged in the fiery depths of this earth. Nothing could break it. People would try. The world would do its best attempting to pull them apart. But to no avail. They were meant to be and not even the universe had the power to change that.

They were indestructible. From the day they met and into eternity. Even death would only be a minor obstacle. Their souls had turned into one and their love would continue into the next world, wherever that would be. Unbreakable - neither in life nor in death.

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Anticipation
He looked at her. So exposed and vulnerable. Completely at his mercy. Anything he would want, she would obligingly provide. His eyes ran over her smooth curves. Naked and waiting for him. Soft in some places, hard in others. Delicious and delicate. He had her just where he needed her. But there was no rush. He wanted to savour the moment.
She had her eyes closed and tried to remain calm. He hadn’t moved yet or touched her but she knew he was close. So close. She could feel his breath on her bare skin. Warm but increasingly rapid. Without seeing him she could tell that his eyes were burning across her skin. She knew he was taking his time for a reason - waiting for her flesh to respond. It always did. This time was no different.
The anticipation alone prevented her from being able to control her own body. The slight trembling. The increasing heartbeat. The escaping moistness. His presence and the promise of his impending actions resulted in those reactions which she knew he expected and craved. She wouldn’t have been able to prevent them even if she had wanted to. Such was the power he had over her body.
Both were exactly in the place they wanted to be. Offering and accepting. Giving and taking. Need and fulfilment. And as with everything in life, the journey was just as important as the destination. The journeys in their individual minds were different, yet their destination was always the same. And now finally they had arrived.
She felt his hands touch her skin. Gently but with a demanding undertone. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed her body slowly back towards him. The journey was complete. It was time to enjoy the destination…
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Anticipation

He looked at her. So exposed and vulnerable. Completely at his mercy. Anything he would want, she would obligingly provide. His eyes ran over her smooth curves. Naked and waiting for him. Soft in some places, hard in others. Delicious and delicate. He had her just where he needed her. But there was no rush. He wanted to savour the moment.

She had her eyes closed and tried to remain calm. He hadn’t moved yet or touched her but she knew he was close. So close. She could feel his breath on her bare skin. Warm but increasingly rapid. Without seeing him she could tell that his eyes were burning across her skin. She knew he was taking his time for a reason - waiting for her flesh to respond. It always did. This time was no different.

The anticipation alone prevented her from being able to control her own body. The slight trembling. The increasing heartbeat. The escaping moistness. His presence and the promise of his impending actions resulted in those reactions which she knew he expected and craved. She wouldn’t have been able to prevent them even if she had wanted to. Such was the power he had over her body.

Both were exactly in the place they wanted to be. Offering and accepting. Giving and taking. Need and fulfilment. And as with everything in life, the journey was just as important as the destination. The journeys in their individual minds were different, yet their destination was always the same. And now finally they had arrived.

She felt his hands touch her skin. Gently but with a demanding undertone. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed her body slowly back towards him. The journey was complete. It was time to enjoy the destination…

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Subtle signs
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
He looked at her from across the table. A look of confusion passed over his face. He wasn’t quite sure what she meant.
"You might not get this chance again, you know," she said.
What was she talking about? It didn’t make sense in the context of the conversation they were having.
"You should do it now," she continued.
His confusion increased. He had thought that things were going well so far. Maybe he was wrong after all.
"What do you mean?" he finally replied.
She shook her head with a slight look of bemusement on her face.
"Kiss me!"
Men - we can be clever in some rare cases and even intuitive on occasion. But there are times when we need more than a subtle hint. It’s ok to help us along. We’ll try and prove to you that it was worth it.
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Subtle signs

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

He looked at her from across the table. A look of confusion passed over his face. He wasn’t quite sure what she meant.

"You might not get this chance again, you know," she said.

What was she talking about? It didn’t make sense in the context of the conversation they were having.

"You should do it now," she continued.

His confusion increased. He had thought that things were going well so far. Maybe he was wrong after all.

"What do you mean?" he finally replied.

She shook her head with a slight look of bemusement on her face.

"Kiss me!"

Men - we can be clever in some rare cases and even intuitive on occasion. But there are times when we need more than a subtle hint. It’s ok to help us along. We’ll try and prove to you that it was worth it.

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That someone
We all want someone who can satisfy our mind as well as our body. Having either one or the other never works out. You absolutely need to have both to make it work in the long term. Finding that someone is not easy. Maintaining the balance once you have is even more difficult.
You need someone to challenge you mentally. Who understands how your brain and all its quirks work and then helps you to make sure no cobwebs build up. And also to prevent it from exploding at times. Both are equally as important. Not everyone can do that and you can’t expect them to. Only that special person you’re fully in tune with will be able to do it without losing their own mind in the process.
But all that is for nothing if the body is neglected. We need someone with the same hunger for satisfaction. Where boundaries exist only as markers on the way past them and hesitation and reluctance are unknown words. Someone as desperate as us to fulfil their deepest and most hidden lusts. Who will ask what you want and do it with the single purpose of surpassing your expectations. Who is not afraid to demand things from you, knowing you will give your body and soul to provide it for them and more.
That someone is worth searching for, no matter where you have to look. They’re worth waiting for, regardless of how long it takes. And they’re worth fighting for, irrespective of the cuts and bruises you pick up along the way. They’re worth it because they would do the same for you.
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That someone

We all want someone who can satisfy our mind as well as our body. Having either one or the other never works out. You absolutely need to have both to make it work in the long term. Finding that someone is not easy. Maintaining the balance once you have is even more difficult.

You need someone to challenge you mentally. Who understands how your brain and all its quirks work and then helps you to make sure no cobwebs build up. And also to prevent it from exploding at times. Both are equally as important. Not everyone can do that and you can’t expect them to. Only that special person you’re fully in tune with will be able to do it without losing their own mind in the process.

But all that is for nothing if the body is neglected. We need someone with the same hunger for satisfaction. Where boundaries exist only as markers on the way past them and hesitation and reluctance are unknown words. Someone as desperate as us to fulfil their deepest and most hidden lusts. Who will ask what you want and do it with the single purpose of surpassing your expectations. Who is not afraid to demand things from you, knowing you will give your body and soul to provide it for them and more.

That someone is worth searching for, no matter where you have to look. They’re worth waiting for, regardless of how long it takes. And they’re worth fighting for, irrespective of the cuts and bruises you pick up along the way. They’re worth it because they would do the same for you.

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Crave me
I long for it so badly. I’m more than just desperate for it. I depend on it as much as on that air rushing through my lungs or the blood pumping through my veins. I need to have that feeling of being craved. That sensation that someone is aching and hungry for me. Nothing beats that.
What could be better than knowing they think about you constantly, with pure thoughts but equally as much in dirty ways? That you are the one provoking those reactions. That you are the cause and the undeniable reason for that uncontrollable urge and everything else that comes after it. To have that kind of an effect on someone is truly magnificent and surely one of life’s greatest secret pleasures.
I have to feel that. I have to not only know but believe that I’m the one because I’m the only one. Not second choice or one of many or just good enough at that moment. That is not fucking good enough! And if I’m not then I have to know that just the same. Because I cannot open up and give myself fully and unconditionally if that is the case. I don’t do half assed with anything in life. She deserves all of me in every way without even the slightest bit of hesitation. Just like I do of her.
And when I get it all, when I’m her passion, then watch out. I return it with such an inferno of love and lust that makes her want to get burned on me every single day.
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Crave me

I long for it so badly. I’m more than just desperate for it. I depend on it as much as on that air rushing through my lungs or the blood pumping through my veins. I need to have that feeling of being craved. That sensation that someone is aching and hungry for me. Nothing beats that.

What could be better than knowing they think about you constantly, with pure thoughts but equally as much in dirty ways? That you are the one provoking those reactions. That you are the cause and the undeniable reason for that uncontrollable urge and everything else that comes after it. To have that kind of an effect on someone is truly magnificent and surely one of life’s greatest secret pleasures.

I have to feel that. I have to not only know but believe that I’m the one because I’m the only one. Not second choice or one of many or just good enough at that moment. That is not fucking good enough! And if I’m not then I have to know that just the same. Because I cannot open up and give myself fully and unconditionally if that is the case. I don’t do half assed with anything in life. She deserves all of me in every way without even the slightest bit of hesitation. Just like I do of her.

And when I get it all, when I’m her passion, then watch out. I return it with such an inferno of love and lust that makes her want to get burned on me every single day.

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Unfulfilled love
Theirs was a story as old as time itself. Two souls meant to exist together for eternity but destined to always be apart. Fate, that most evil of witches, decided they should meet but had to live separate lives. It was painful, romantic and cruel.
They promised their hearts to each other knowing full well that their bodies would never walk down the same roads. Connected and yet divided. It was a never ending struggle between the calculated logic of the mind and the aching truth of the heart. Depending on the day one side would prevail only for the other to strike back more violently the very next moment. It was constant with no end in sight for the mental torture.
How could they go on? They had been given lives and had the duty to live them to the fullest. But how was that possible under these circumstances? How much were their lives really worth if they couldn’t live them side by side? Only time would be able to answer those questions but probably not in a way they always hoped.
A love unfulfilled is still a love but it is also destined to never reach its full potential. And it is that potential, the question of what could have been, that is the most painful aspect of it. The wondering and imagining of all the possibilities which ultimately are only fantasies.
Maybe their love was only able to thrive, to survive, because it couldn’t be fully consumed. Maybe that was its lifeblood. Would it be as desperately passionate under different circumstances? That was part of the mystery of this kind of love. And because of fate, no one would ever know…
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Unfulfilled love

Theirs was a story as old as time itself. Two souls meant to exist together for eternity but destined to always be apart. Fate, that most evil of witches, decided they should meet but had to live separate lives. It was painful, romantic and cruel.

They promised their hearts to each other knowing full well that their bodies would never walk down the same roads. Connected and yet divided. It was a never ending struggle between the calculated logic of the mind and the aching truth of the heart. Depending on the day one side would prevail only for the other to strike back more violently the very next moment. It was constant with no end in sight for the mental torture.

How could they go on? They had been given lives and had the duty to live them to the fullest. But how was that possible under these circumstances? How much were their lives really worth if they couldn’t live them side by side? Only time would be able to answer those questions but probably not in a way they always hoped.

A love unfulfilled is still a love but it is also destined to never reach its full potential. And it is that potential, the question of what could have been, that is the most painful aspect of it. The wondering and imagining of all the possibilities which ultimately are only fantasies.

Maybe their love was only able to thrive, to survive, because it couldn’t be fully consumed. Maybe that was its lifeblood. Would it be as desperately passionate under different circumstances? That was part of the mystery of this kind of love. And because of fate, no one would ever know…

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No fairytale prince
I’m no prince in shining armor. My shield is damaged and my helmet patched up. The years have certainly taken their toll. There have been battles and conflicts, some won, others lost. I find myself on my knees at times trying to catch a breath with a tired body and a weary mind. It’s more difficult to get up on some days than on others.
But I get up. Always. No matter how battered my body tells me it is, regardless of how disturbed my mind is with conflicting thoughts, I stand up. There is no other way for me. Defeat is not an option. Surrender is out of the question. I might not win the war when all is said and done but I will swing until the day when my body releases its last breath.
It’s all because of my heart. It never gives up. It’s what drives me from day to day, through the months and over the years. It’s this heart that has led me into trouble on more than one occasion, tempting me to lower my guard only for it to be attacked. But I wouldn’t change it for anything. It makes me who I am, how I live my life, the way I protect those who rely on me.
It beats hard and it beats loud. This is not a quiet and subtle heart. It makes it clear to me how it feels every single day. It pushes me. It provokes me. It reminds me to live. With fire that’s sometimes too hot and with passion that can get out of control. Just the way every heart should be.
No, I’m no prince from a fairytale and that’s perfectly fine with me. When I look into the mirror I’m proud of the battle hardened man I see. I’d rather go to war with him by my side anyway.
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No fairytale prince

I’m no prince in shining armor. My shield is damaged and my helmet patched up. The years have certainly taken their toll. There have been battles and conflicts, some won, others lost. I find myself on my knees at times trying to catch a breath with a tired body and a weary mind. It’s more difficult to get up on some days than on others.

But I get up. Always. No matter how battered my body tells me it is, regardless of how disturbed my mind is with conflicting thoughts, I stand up. There is no other way for me. Defeat is not an option. Surrender is out of the question. I might not win the war when all is said and done but I will swing until the day when my body releases its last breath.

It’s all because of my heart. It never gives up. It’s what drives me from day to day, through the months and over the years. It’s this heart that has led me into trouble on more than one occasion, tempting me to lower my guard only for it to be attacked. But I wouldn’t change it for anything. It makes me who I am, how I live my life, the way I protect those who rely on me.

It beats hard and it beats loud. This is not a quiet and subtle heart. It makes it clear to me how it feels every single day. It pushes me. It provokes me. It reminds me to live. With fire that’s sometimes too hot and with passion that can get out of control. Just the way every heart should be.

No, I’m no prince from a fairytale and that’s perfectly fine with me. When I look into the mirror I’m proud of the battle hardened man I see. I’d rather go to war with him by my side anyway.

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Words are not just words
Don’t say it because you think I want to hear it.
Don’t say it because it’s become an expected routine.
Don’t say it because you would feel bad for not saying it.
Don’t say it because you’re hanging on to the past.
Say it because not saying it feels painfully wrong.
Say it because your heart demands you to do so.
Say it because you need me to never forget it.
Say it because you still, and without a doubt, truly feel it.
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Words are not just words

Don’t say it because you think I want to hear it.

Don’t say it because it’s become an expected routine.

Don’t say it because you would feel bad for not saying it.

Don’t say it because you’re hanging on to the past.

Say it because not saying it feels painfully wrong.

Say it because your heart demands you to do so.

Say it because you need me to never forget it.

Say it because you still, and without a doubt, truly feel it.

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The promise of one day
His hands have not moved across her skin - not yet.
His eyes have not stared at her from morning until night - not yet.
His fingers have not run through her wild hair - not yet.
His lips have not explored her delicate neck - not yet.
His arms have not held her throughout the night - not yet.
His body has not satisfied her hidden desires - not yet.
His heart has not beaten in rhythm next to hers  - not yet.
This man has not loved her from up close - not yet.
But it will all change - one day!
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The promise of one day

His hands have not moved across her skin - not yet.

His eyes have not stared at her from morning until night - not yet.

His fingers have not run through her wild hair - not yet.

His lips have not explored her delicate neck - not yet.

His arms have not held her throughout the night - not yet.

His body has not satisfied her hidden desires - not yet.

His heart has not beaten in rhythm next to hers  - not yet.

This man has not loved her from up close - not yet.

But it will all change - one day!

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I love hard
That’s just how I am. It’s who I am. And I make sure it’s known. I say it. I show it. If I need to, I scream it. I’m not ashamed to admit that. I’m not one of those men who keep things bottled up. Who try to find ways of saying how they feel without appearing vulnerable because, you know, they’re men and need to be strong. I don’t believe in that macho bullshit.
I’m not weak. I don’t avoid my duties and responsibilities. I lead and do what needs to be done. No one has ever accused me of hiding and folding when things got rough. I’m a man when I need to be. But I also shed my covers and drop all walls to expose what’s behind. You have to, or at least I do, or I would explode. And who would clean up that mess?
Maybe sometimes I go overboard. I have been known to get a little intense. But I believe that when you love, you love as hard as you can. Fully and with everything you have. With your whole body and all of your mind. With your exposed heart and to all depths of your soul. With every part that makes you who you are. No half measures. Sometimes that can leave you susceptible to pain but that’s ok. Every bit of pain is worth it if it leads to a full love.
So love hard. It’s the only way to be. Believe me, I know!
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I love hard

That’s just how I am. It’s who I am. And I make sure it’s known. I say it. I show it. If I need to, I scream it. I’m not ashamed to admit that. I’m not one of those men who keep things bottled up. Who try to find ways of saying how they feel without appearing vulnerable because, you know, they’re men and need to be strong. I don’t believe in that macho bullshit.

I’m not weak. I don’t avoid my duties and responsibilities. I lead and do what needs to be done. No one has ever accused me of hiding and folding when things got rough. I’m a man when I need to be. But I also shed my covers and drop all walls to expose what’s behind. You have to, or at least I do, or I would explode. And who would clean up that mess?

Maybe sometimes I go overboard. I have been known to get a little intense. But I believe that when you love, you love as hard as you can. Fully and with everything you have. With your whole body and all of your mind. With your exposed heart and to all depths of your soul. With every part that makes you who you are. No half measures. Sometimes that can leave you susceptible to pain but that’s ok. Every bit of pain is worth it if it leads to a full love.

So love hard. It’s the only way to be. Believe me, I know!

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To my one and only
This love of ours, it is not simple. At times it seems that there are more reasons to give up the fight than there are to persevere. The struggles we face are not easy to deal with, the obstacles in our lives, and especially in our minds, difficult to overcome. As much as we wish for it to be different, that is the reality of the bond we share.
I realize I have my faults. God knows I wish I could make them disappear with a swipe of my hand. But they are part of me, just as much as the undying fire burning for you inside my heart. My love is flawed, I know, my passion double-edged. With undying devotion comes an inability to love at half speed. My heart wants to offer itself to you completely but it also expects your heart fully in return. It’s a steep price but one I believe is worth paying.
If this, our love, runs its course one day, I want you to know that I gave every heartbeat, every breath and every hidden tear, to make sure you always knew how much I truly loved you. And should I live another hundred years after that painful day, then please never forget that you were and always will be the love of my entire life.
Forever yours - yesterday, today and tomorrow!
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To my one and only

This love of ours, it is not simple. At times it seems that there are more reasons to give up the fight than there are to persevere. The struggles we face are not easy to deal with, the obstacles in our lives, and especially in our minds, difficult to overcome. As much as we wish for it to be different, that is the reality of the bond we share.

I realize I have my faults. God knows I wish I could make them disappear with a swipe of my hand. But they are part of me, just as much as the undying fire burning for you inside my heart. My love is flawed, I know, my passion double-edged. With undying devotion comes an inability to love at half speed. My heart wants to offer itself to you completely but it also expects your heart fully in return. It’s a steep price but one I believe is worth paying.

If this, our love, runs its course one day, I want you to know that I gave every heartbeat, every breath and every hidden tear, to make sure you always knew how much I truly loved you. And should I live another hundred years after that painful day, then please never forget that you were and always will be the love of my entire life.

Forever yours - yesterday, today and tomorrow!

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A new love
"The smell of your skin is more important to me than oxygen," she said.
"I don’t know how I made it through life without your smile," he replied.
"Your lips were made to be touched by mine," she revealed.
"My heart bleeds when I watch you leave," he responded.
"I can’t live a minute without thinking about you," she sighed.
"I want to hold your hand until the day I die,” he promised.
"My heart only beats because it belongs to you," she claimed.
"I know I will love you forever," he whispered.
Ah, new love. Still so much to learn. So, so much…
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A new love

"The smell of your skin is more important to me than oxygen," she said.

"I don’t know how I made it through life without your smile," he replied.

"Your lips were made to be touched by mine," she revealed.

"My heart bleeds when I watch you leave," he responded.

"I can’t live a minute without thinking about you," she sighed.

"I want to hold your hand until the day I die,” he promised.

"My heart only beats because it belongs to you," she claimed.

"I know I will love you forever," he whispered.

Ah, new love. Still so much to learn. So, so much…

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