I want you, really I do, but I am scared.
I’ve been hurt before, you know?
Hurt, used, lied to, discarded…
You though… You seem different.
~o~
You intrigue me and you excite me.
You arouse something good in me.
You make me laugh and catch me off guard.
You don’t seem to mind that I am not perfect.
~o~
You accept that my body isn’t that of a porn star,
You understand my scars and even say you like them?
You see my weaknesses, yet tell me that I’m special?
You see me for what I am… I think… I hope…
~o~
I want you to love me. Love me!
Possess me, fuck me, satisfy me!
I can feel your weight against me.
Calling out your name, forgetting all others.
~o~
I’m trying, you know I am. I’m doing my best.
Can you be patient, can you wait until I am ready?
I promise it will pay off…
I see great things, for you and I.
~o~
One of these days… Yes, one of these days…
Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/one-of-these-days