I want lust.
I want to feel it.
I want to feel like the luckiest woman alive.
I want to feel the adrenaline rush through my body.
I want pleasure.
I want it now.
I want it to flow through my body.
I want it now.
I want excitement.
I want the thrill.
I want the fear of getting caught.
I want his hands on my body.
His teeth in my neck.
His lips on my lips.
I want to stare into his eyes and scream as we reach ecstasy.
I want to pull his hair as he proves he's a man.
But I also want him to pull me close and give me a soft kiss.
I also want him to bring me flowers on a sunny day.
Yes, I want lust.
But what I need is love.
I need a shoulder to cry on.
I need a hand to hold.
I want the butterflies in my stomach when he's about to kiss me.
I want the joy of simply talking to him.
I want the comfort of his hands
And the safety of his arms.
I want the passion of making love.
The thrill of being in love.
And the pleassure of being with you.
