You want more of me. I want more of you too. It’s more than the physical, more than mental.
It’s more than human.
In a world we create, we’re bound by our differences. We’re bound by our similarities. We don’t quite fit any place else.
In a world we create,when it’s just the two of us, everything makes sense again. All else that is troubling bubbles away.
You want more of me as I’m taking all of your radical social indifference. Your intense stare and your eyes flash brilliantly. Pupils enlarge and senses buzz. This is truth and beauty smashed into one incredible creation.
Your love.
You’re so unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
You’re something spiritual and someone who has always been more than human to me.
For loving me as you do,
so endlessly and mindlessly, naturally.
I could never measure up to your idea of me and I love this. I always want to do more, never sit, never stop, with you.
I love you.




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