I cannot keep my hands off you, and I hope that as I touch you, you reciprocate my sexual desire.
These feelings are merely lust - not love.
Your eyes betray your intoxication. I imagined you, in this moment, to have your eyes closed in ecstatic surrender. Or at least in non-confrontational acceptance.
Well into adulthood, I still feel these overwhelming adolescent urges/desires.
I cannot keep my hands off you, and I hope that as I touch you, you reciprocate my sexual desire.
These feelings are merely lust - not love.
Your eyes betray your intoxication. I imagined you, in this moment, to have your eyes closed in ecstatic surrender. Or at least in non-confrontational acceptance.
Well into adulthood, I still feel these overwhelming adolescent urges/desires.