I want you more than you know. In more ways than one. I want your body. I want to caress your skin. I want your heart. I want you to let me in. I want your soul. It`s more beautiful than a thousand trees created by the perfect order. I want to take it on an adventure, and I hope you`ll want to reciprocate. I want to give you my virginity, because honey it`s a ticking time bomb, bitching with chastity.
A kiss isn`t a relationship. A kiss is an interface. A dialogue. A discomfort. A release. A system of beliefs. I don`t know what to say to move from friends to more, but if we can`t reach top score, I`ll hold on to now forever.
Let me in. Don`t you dare push me away. Come to me as a voice of confidence. I promise I will (not) pretend you`re just another voice in my mind. I though I knew your kind, though I`m only learning, now, you`re beyond my most extreme surprise.
You`ve enlivened me more than a religion. Tradition is comforting, but the soul at rest is unprofessionally distraught.
Your eyes. They still mystify me. Like the stars, moon and Milky Way, life is revealed and reflected from your eyes. Mirrors of life are everywhere. Look to them for reflection, not each other. Consultation, Desperation, and Elevation, but never reflection. Figure it out while we talk. Don`t pretend it all falls together. Be spontaneous to delicious life. Be excited for delivering beauty.
Become what you`ve been trying to be.
It`s ok.
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