Language of Mine

sex

i cannot tell you i don't want you.
i cannot tell you i don't need you.
i can't say that i don't dream of your lips and your body against mine.

i can't stop thinking of,
your eyes,
your mouth,
your chest moving beneath me,
your hands touching me,
holding on to me as if you need me.

but my desire is meaningless,
if you do not have the same.

i love the way you feel underneath me,
but it isn't fun when you're there half heartedly.

i love touching you and making you feel good,
but i love it less, when you don't care for the mood.

i love losing myself in that feeling,
in that air of magic,
cloud of dreams.

but what's the point if you don't
lose yourself too?

i want you to touch me, yes,
but i won't feel much if,
You,
don't Want,
to touch me.

i want to come, yes,
but i don't think i will if you don't,
Want,
to make me.

i desperately, need you, to need me.

because i,
need you.

and i am afraid that you don't need me too.