Confession, or "As you wish..."
I have never craved a kiss ... the way I crave yours.
To be honest, I've never craved a kiss at all. I've never even liked to kiss. But...that changed, the moment I tasted yours in the airport on April 10th.
When I say you altered the chemical composition of my brain, I meant it. I feel like a different person.
I am not being driven by emotion, or mere feelings...
I am physically addicted to you.
You're as much a need to sustain my life as oxygen and water.
Without you, there would be no blood in my veins, there would be no electricity in my brain, and there would be no passion in my soul.
I apologize that I'm so hard to understand sometimes.
But I don't apologize ... I will never apologize .... for loving you too much.
"You knocked me off the ground from the start....you put your arms around me, and I'm home."
I love you. Those three words are so inadequate to describe my feelings for you. Those three words are an embarrassment, quite frankly, to the way I feel.
Because I don't only love you ... I adore you. I crave you. I depend on you.
I feel weak and I tremble, just at the thought, of kissing you again.
I feel the pricks of a thousand needles, all over my skin, when I anticipate your touch.
My heart beats faster, my chest tightens, my skin gets chills ... when I imagine laying you down on our bed, and making love to you again, and again.
There was no "before you" and there will be no "after you"....
there is only you.
Do you remember, that night in your townhouse? Red Vodka, stained lips? Do you know that I fell in love with you, that night?
I had been falling in love, every day since the tenth of February....but that night.....was the point of no return.
That night you had more than my mind and body. That night, I gave you my soul.
And you should know, that I'll never ask for it back. It's yours, to possess, forever.
There is no life to compare to the one I lead, with you. I am happy, even when I'm sad, because I know that you will always run your hands through my hair, you will always whisper 'I love you', and you will always kiss away any fear that wraps itself around me.
And I believe this, not so much because you say it, but because the truth is in your eyes.
"What?" you sometimes say, when I'm staring into your eyes......
Now you have the answer.
When I'm looking into your eyes,
I'm seeing your truth
and it's so beautiful,
so amazing,
so intoxicating,
I can't
look
away...
My favorite part of making love to you is looking into your eyes, and feeling completely, helplessly, hopelessly lost in the atmosphere of your love.
I would never compromise that.
I am yours, forever.
And I want everyone to know it.
To be honest, I've never craved a kiss at all. I've never even liked to kiss. But...that changed, the moment I tasted yours in the airport on April 10th.
When I say you altered the chemical composition of my brain, I meant it. I feel like a different person.
I am not being driven by emotion, or mere feelings...
I am physically addicted to you.
You're as much a need to sustain my life as oxygen and water.
Without you, there would be no blood in my veins, there would be no electricity in my brain, and there would be no passion in my soul.
I apologize that I'm so hard to understand sometimes.
But I don't apologize ... I will never apologize .... for loving you too much.
"You knocked me off the ground from the start....you put your arms around me, and I'm home."
I love you. Those three words are so inadequate to describe my feelings for you. Those three words are an embarrassment, quite frankly, to the way I feel.
Because I don't only love you ... I adore you. I crave you. I depend on you.
I feel weak and I tremble, just at the thought, of kissing you again.
I feel the pricks of a thousand needles, all over my skin, when I anticipate your touch.
My heart beats faster, my chest tightens, my skin gets chills ... when I imagine laying you down on our bed, and making love to you again, and again.
There was no "before you" and there will be no "after you"....
there is only you.
Do you remember, that night in your townhouse? Red Vodka, stained lips? Do you know that I fell in love with you, that night?
I had been falling in love, every day since the tenth of February....but that night.....was the point of no return.
That night you had more than my mind and body. That night, I gave you my soul.
And you should know, that I'll never ask for it back. It's yours, to possess, forever.
There is no life to compare to the one I lead, with you. I am happy, even when I'm sad, because I know that you will always run your hands through my hair, you will always whisper 'I love you', and you will always kiss away any fear that wraps itself around me.
And I believe this, not so much because you say it, but because the truth is in your eyes.
"What?" you sometimes say, when I'm staring into your eyes......
Now you have the answer.
When I'm looking into your eyes,
I'm seeing your truth
and it's so beautiful,
so amazing,
so intoxicating,
I can't
look
away...
My favorite part of making love to you is looking into your eyes, and feeling completely, helplessly, hopelessly lost in the atmosphere of your love.
I would never compromise that.
I am yours, forever.
And I want everyone to know it.