If I could make a shopping list I’d write …
1 of you
Just that and I’d be finished
Sitting here beside him with hungry eyes
Desiring the explicit but not implicitly saying it
I wish he would read my mind like he did the night before and predict my heart’s desires like he predicted my fantasies
What did last night even mean?
The memories are priceless but I can’t help feeling they are like a hang over
Headache… heartache of pleasures I’ll never truly own
My desires are unknown…
another set of fantasies thrown carelessly to the wind ….
P.S I wanted you …. more than last night… maybe too much more