I am tired of us dancing around the subject. No amount of attempts to define it as something else will be successful. We cannot ignore the history that we have, as much as we may wish we could.
I want you. I have for some time now. The only time I ever gave up hope is when I thought it was hopeless. But now I know that for anything else to happen between us would just be unnatural. You were meant for me. I am supposed to have you.
I dream of inhaling your sweet scent. Breathing you in and holding you in with my breath, so that I can truly immerse myself in you.
I dream of tasting you. Of savoring you on my tongue. Of drinking your wetness into me to where it seems we briefly become one.
Am I just supposed to see you so close to me and act as if I don’t know the truth of what you are? Am I supposed to pretend like I am not craving you every time you are near? Am I supposed to sit by and watch as someone else takes you from me? Am I suppose to play it cool and pretend I do not thirst for your very essence?
No more of this.
I do not care about what is proper here. I do not care about any obstacles between us. I will move them all out of my way to get to you. I know this is how it needs to be with us. I see you there in that glass, lemonade, and you’re mine.