Things I shouldn't post...

Can't have what I want so I distract myself with things I like. Misbehaving because my desires are intangible but having experienced you, I like being bad. Our passion was inspired by our bond, and pleasure determined by our lust. An amazing night turned to passionate sex, friends like us never had it so good. Cracking jokes and keeping the honesty up front, my calm, cool and collected went out the door. I want you, not a version of you, I want you. The passion in your kiss, the smooth of your stroke, the gentle caress over my body made me feel alive. The thought of you is exciting, the reality of the situation not so much, our friendship changed but not damaged. We have become friends over time and make awesome lovers. My mind telling me to move on, but my heart saying just wait. I know what I want, but you make me question it, because the possibilities drive me crazy when you don't speak to me. Don't tell me half truths and keep the details from me, when you ask me anything I tell you all of it, because I want you to know me, like no man ever has. I want you to be in my world like no man ever will be. But maybe I'm just blinded by my passion, maybe all that we have isn't as real as I hoped it would be. Maybe it was just a dream played with a sweet melody to mask my reality from all the illusions that have played tricks on me before.