Wonder What?

Sometimes you make me sad, frustrated, angry, solemn, but when I finally get next to you, or you touch me, its like I want you so bad, it doesn't matter that you hurt me, or that I hurt you, I just want to love you, and have you love me back. You know what you do to me. And I know that you're damn proud of yourself that you can make me weak in the knees just by breathing on my ear, or rubbing me. Yes, I am happy with you, at moments of course, I do get angry. But I think about you almost all the time, and you never placed a comment on the poem I put on my blog. I was dashed.

'everytime I breath I think of you'

Its true. I can remember (faintly) how you taste, how you feel, how you smell, the sound of your voice, and when I finally do get close to you to experience it, I get scared and panic because I think 'It cant feel this good' and I know if I don't stop, I never will. I want to get lost in you every fucking day. There are times when I get so anxious, I feel like I'm gonna go insane from missing you, and then I have to try and think about something else, and then I think about the universe and I black out anyway.

I love the way you kiss me, sometimes its soft, and gentle. Sometimes you tease me, but then again, I tease you all the time so I deserve it. And the intense, wild kissing is my favorite; my mouth gets dry, my heart beats fast, and I'm short of breath. Those never fail to let me know you want me, and very badly, too.