your room temperature touch
The kind of affection I confer on the people with whom I am...shall we say...involved is something I consider a privilege, and rightly so, I think. Ideally, no one receives that kind of attention from me except for those with whom I share something unique, something greater than what your average sort of friendship provides: however not a relationship. A relationship is the union of the physical, the emotional, the intellectual, the spiritual, and moral. A sum of those facets of a bond that is somehow greater than its parts. But this is not an ideal world, by any measure, and neither am I the embodiment of my own ideals. The complexity level of things I feel for you could never be that astounding.
This doesnt have to be a relationship. It probably doesnt even have potential. All I know is that I want you. I want you once, or as many times as you'll have me. I want you half-clothed, in candlelight, outside, underwater, or on my floor. I want your lips most of all and one of these days I'll get you to kiss me as if you feel something for me. I'll flirt with you until I can have you. I'll make you want to be mine.. even if only one time. Even if in the darkness, where we can barely see. I want to make you feel good. I want to hear your sounds. The feeling will be immense and inescapably honest. I will have you.
You wouldn't know it, but I think you're achingly beautiful.
I torture myself with promises of nothing.
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