Do they want you the way that I do? I can't imagine so..
I feel every inch of your body without even touching you. I have memorized every curve. Tracing you with only my thoughts and the gracefulness of my finger tips. How I long to know what you must taste like. Is it a flavor all your own. Will it match up to the way you smell, the color of your beautiful eyes or the way your porcelain skin feels as it ever so slightly grazes mine...
Do you dream about me the same way that I dream about you. In the day time... all day long. I'm dreaming as I look at you. Eyes wide open. I see you in every shade of the rainbow, but mostly in black and white. That is the kind of man you are. You're hot and then you're cold. You're all in and then once the fear rears its ugly head, you my dear, are all out once again. You don't know how i'ts supposed to feel. You think you know. You see me. You see me through those same eyes that follow me around the room. The same eyes that speak to me in only our secret language. You need me. And I need you.
You're lost my child. Things aren't always how they are supposed to be. The plan has hills and valleys and many many roads less traveled by. There are detours and stop signs and green lights. Go. Go where the wind takes your crazy mind. Go to where your thoughts wander when you sleep. I am there. The gentle wind, like my hand, will guide you to where you have always belonged.
They don't want you like I do.
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