I had to stop because I’m… I want to be with you right now. And can’t. And need you more and more every day, and miss you, and want to be home with you, in our bed, with nothing on, and feel you inside of me, and teste you, and devour all of you, completely, nothing left! Drink you. I’m only thinking of what I want and needing you closer and closer. Can I taste you? Can I have all of you? I believe this is where I send you the note… and this is where you take my clothes off, and where you decide how much of you I should get, and how much is necessary for me to know where I need to be and what I need to do? And I think this is where I stop because this doesn’t belong to me.
