Two-Sided

I need the love. I cannot be the one to blame right?

I need her skin, laid upon mine. Silky or dry. Day or night. (Preferably all day and all night).

I need her presence. Warily (and sometimes awkwardly) orbiting around my own.

I need her thoughts. Bumping furiously or warmly around my own during tv shows, theatres, or even meal.

I need her smiles. Catlike or tentative with a blush, perhaps at times transitions between both.

I need her calming hugs. All the time. Intimate, soothing, loving, or the combinations.

I need to watch her emotions play across her features. Dancing almost erotically since they tempt me to whisk her away from reality.

I need to be with her. Physically, mentally, emotionally. In order for me to stay together.

M.O.

I want his thoughts.

I want his desires.

I want to be his thoughts.

I want to hold on a power on him.

 I want to feel his arms around me, comforting me.

I want him to want me.

I want him to want me, not just because he needs me, but because of who I am.

Not because for who I am for him.

I want him to love me, as much as I love him.

I want to be someone's ends, not just his means.

This is why I leave everything behind. To get myself together because apparently 

he is the one that cause me to fall apart.

V. R.