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I want to be crazy, obbessively, madly, unhealthy, sex crazed in love.
I want the way I feeled about Mohammad three fold. And I want it reckless, a complete mess that I cannot do with out. Is that too much to ask?
I want him to be modern, a little into the indie scene with a twist of classic taste, clean, smells like Bvglari's Aqua, wear tight t-shirts with a hint of design, decorates, enjoys good wine, better food, and the perfect vodka, I want him to drive me places unexpected and in hotels full of fun....I want us to be drunk in the W hotel in San Diego, try to play chess, swin in the pool full of lasers, and make love on the edge of the window on the highest floor with the window open. I want him to smoke and drink coffee just to pass time. I want him thin, but framed, I want black eyes, black hair, olive skin, intense look. I want him to be private and mysterious. I want him jealous. I want him to look at me at the end of the night, when I'm drunk and looking close to a crack whore then the goddess I was at the start of the night, and I want him to kiss me and tell me I'm beautiful. I want him to dance with me when I want him to. I want him to hold me, to tell me to stay the night and not leave until he wakes up. I want him to kiss me in a crowded room, to push me against the wall and hold my wrists so hard they bruise. I want him to have good taste, to choose gifts with glamor. I want him to have short trimmed hair. I want his walk to be girlish, his mannerisms even more so, and his laugh to never be fake. I want to be adored.
Is that too much to ask?
I want the way I feeled about Mohammad three fold. And I want it reckless, a complete mess that I cannot do with out. Is that too much to ask?
I want him to be modern, a little into the indie scene with a twist of classic taste, clean, smells like Bvglari's Aqua, wear tight t-shirts with a hint of design, decorates, enjoys good wine, better food, and the perfect vodka, I want him to drive me places unexpected and in hotels full of fun....I want us to be drunk in the W hotel in San Diego, try to play chess, swin in the pool full of lasers, and make love on the edge of the window on the highest floor with the window open. I want him to smoke and drink coffee just to pass time. I want him thin, but framed, I want black eyes, black hair, olive skin, intense look. I want him to be private and mysterious. I want him jealous. I want him to look at me at the end of the night, when I'm drunk and looking close to a crack whore then the goddess I was at the start of the night, and I want him to kiss me and tell me I'm beautiful. I want him to dance with me when I want him to. I want him to hold me, to tell me to stay the night and not leave until he wakes up. I want him to kiss me in a crowded room, to push me against the wall and hold my wrists so hard they bruise. I want him to have good taste, to choose gifts with glamor. I want him to have short trimmed hair. I want his walk to be girlish, his mannerisms even more so, and his laugh to never be fake. I want to be adored.
Is that too much to ask?