And when we kissed one another
for the first time I could swear I
heard our souls whisper
ever so quietly, ‘Welcome home.’
"It’ll make sense. Soon enough, it’ll all make sense. When the time comes, you’ll understand," he assured me.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.
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