LOVE FEELS SO WONDERFUL

Ohhhhh God

I want to make love to you so bad. when you put your hand on my back last night at the club, I remember feeling an intense pang of sexual yearning. Wanting desperately, more than anything else in the world at the time to pull you in, feel your hands, both of them, on my back, looking at your eyes and your lips and kissing them all. I wanted to feel your desire for me, to know how much I turn you on, and I wanted you to know how much you turn me on. It was even worse in the night at my place, horrible, so difficult to keep myself from touching you, feeling you up, telling you things you should never know. Touching you in ways and places that are wrong and forbidden.

I know that what I feel for you is WRONG. Yes. Most people would shake their heads and give me that condescending smirk they reserve for those who they find morally inferior.

But you're so vulnerable. And so very very kind. And so deeply lonely. And so unfulfilled. Sexually. Emotionally. Intellectually. You do stupid dumb things that you know are stupid and dumb, but you do them because you don't know what else to do. And you can be such an asshole to other people (you have always treated me so well and with great dignity, thank you!) and you are so very very insecure and so frightened.

Just like me.

Maybe that's why I adore you. I want you to be okay. I want you to love me. Please love me. Love feels so wonderful. Your love, your respect, your attraction to me, all feels so wonderful. I need it. I need your love. I feel like such a stupid soppy clumsy oafish dumbass. I want to make love to you. I wish I was stronger, tougher, and could look after myself, so I could look after you and make love to you and kiss you and feel your breath on my body.

Please, please don't leave my life. Please always be in my life.

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