Our paths have crossed not once, But I cannot say I don't know you When my eyes burn to get lost in your world all the nerves beneath my skin crave for your touch_for the fragilecherrylips_. My muscles lust for the excitement when my skin kneads your delicate skin I cannot say I don't you know you, when my hands ache to explore every inch of your diamond body.
I often idealize others, especially when I first meet them, and feel comfortable in sharing the most intimate details with them. But I often feel that these same people don’t care enough and aren’t there enough for me.