I want you.

No.
No, it's more than that.
I'm craving you.
Give me something.
Just a taste.
Anything.
Damn it, I want you.

Nothing I can do about it, though. I promised myself I wasn't going to do anything, like I told you. But you should know, it's eating me alive. It's like a hunger, a thirst for your words, your hips, your warmth.

If I could even possibly put into words what my insides feel like right now...I wouldn't post it. It would be too much. That shit's for my you notebook.