Conversations with Chat-leen

19. smother you

every time i see you again i just want to smother you. with my two arms. with all my might. with all my heart. i just want us to be one. i want your breath on me. be on me. and let me be on you. let's, yes?

every time i see you again i just want to stroke you from bottom to top, hearing your husky soft hush.

every time i see you i wish i could meet you again for the first time. to try my luck all over again. i wish i knew everything i did about you now. i wish i knew everything i did about myself now. will we have been one then? i hope so. that's how i feel whenever i see you again.

so i'm afraid of seeing you again. because i'm afraid of losing you as a friend. losing myself in you, you who i don't know anything about. secretly, i also hope to keep it that way. i'm scared of you. you make me kneel, keel, and i'd steal for you. i can be a real slave, you know that? don't know that.

i'm a mess. can you see that? i don't want you to see that. but i also want you to see that. i want you to see me. see me. let's see each other. let's meet.

every time i see you again i ask myself what could have been. damn it. what could have been. that's a question of the devil. you tempt me. tempt me.

i'm a walking poem. you're a walking portrait. i want to be direct. you want to be abstract. do we? do we not. can we just kiss already? at the top of the hollywood sign with half a bottle of wine from napa between us? just once? i swear it's what we want. tell me what you want. i'll tell you what i want.

i want to share my dreams with you. every time i see you again, i want to share my dreams with you.

am i just 23? am i just horny and romantic?

i just want to meet you again for the first time.

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