| Addicted, you say you are. Addicted to my kiss, my touch, my voice. Why, I wonder. You flick your lighter back and forth, and you tell me that you're so nervous because you're trying to figure out another way to get me to kiss you. That's interesting. Fascinating, even. I love it. I love kissing you. (though you may not know it.) I love touching you, and holding you, and just simply being around you. (though you may not know it.) I will never tell. |
|
