A/N: I don't know, I was feel a bit poetic, and I'm kind of angry right now, that's why I can't write any updates… but this is in Lilly's POV, and she's thinking about Miley.
Sometimes when your nickel gray eyes captivate mine, I feel a lurch in my stomach.
Sometimes when your smooth lotioned fingertips graze my hot skin, I feel my head spin.
Sometimes when your body is pressed against mine for a hug, I feel my stomach burst with butterflies erupting from their cocoons.
Sometimes when you show more skin than you're daddy would like, I feel myself become hot with lust.
Sometimes when you nibble on your bottom lip while wearing sparkly lip-gloss, I feel myself short of breath.
Do I ever make you feel the same?
I always hope the answer is yes, but those are dreams. In reality, I know the answer is no.
In my imagination, your pumping heart belongs to me.
And everyday you come home, just to see me.
You kiss me lightly on the lips, and whisper breathlessly I love you.
You continue to play with my hair, and sing me sweet, sensual songs.
Every once in a while I interrupt you singing with my lips pressing against yours.
But these are dreams.
Do you long to feel my soft burning skin against your smooth freezing skin?
I always thought of your skin being a bit colder than usual.
Because you shiver whenever you're near me, you must be cold all the time.
If I bend over, and make sure that sliver of skin shows, will you feel hot and heavy the way I do?
No, you won't.
Instead, you'll turn your head away, and beg for me to pull my pants up, or my shirt down.
But in my dreams, you'll walk up behind me, and grab my body roughly. Then you would continue to push me against the kitchen counter. I'd fall against the black granite, and you'd ferociously engulf my lips with yours.
These fantasies are what keep me going.
The thought that maybe one day you will do these things to me.
Fantasies, Dreams, Imagination…
Sometimes when you're fantasizing, I feel as though it might be me.
Sometimes when you're dreaming, I feel like those moans escaping your innocent lips was from the pleasure I caused in you.
Sometimes when your imagination runs wild, I know you'll always have my torn heart.