Thursday, August 9, 2007

Want me


Words are not all that you can communicate with. My body wants to hear from you.

I cannot say you use me, 'cause you don't, you never do. But I wish sometimes you would treat me like more than an add-on, like a person who's wanted and needed, even physically. You've rendered me so useless, my body also seems a waste. And it's pretty, you know.

I used to dream of a man who'd want to touch me, hold me, never want to let go of me. I was romantic then. I'm realistic now. Can you just hold me like you love me once in a while?

Just hold my hand without being embarassed about people watching us.

How do I explain to you that I want to feel sexy and how. I want to sleep with you, not just next to you. I want to one day open my eyes to have you staring at me, falling in love with me. I want to see you looking at me like you can't resist me, kissing me like my lips were yours, holding me like you can't get enough of me, telling me you love me then and there, like you see me. Once.

Covet me. Want me. Once. If you can't love me like before, at least make love to me like before.