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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
One of these days… Yes, one of these days…