It makes no...sense ...I plead no pretense. But if honesty is a...fault ...well, then, I own it in spades; And I'm pleased to have.no.shame. Because,...darling... We aren't what.we.need. ...and don't you see the...beauty In that? It's all the ...wants {Iwantyou} ..all OF the wants... Wrapped into one (youmewe) ...and I can't close my eyes...anymore Without the delicious thoughts... Of your~skin~on~me; How I want to trace those freckles with my... Tongue... ...And map each one. Just the lightest touch... To form your body's silhouette; Drawing portraits of poets from your ribs to Your feet. ...and there is no rush in this// And these moments are ours ...and it means everything to kiss// How I could kiss you for hours. No, ...my dear...darling ...there is no.sense.in.this. But if loving needs... logic... ...I want no/part/in/it.