You might think I’m crazy, but what you won’t know is what’s going on inside my head. That I could love you, , that I could write you a poem, or just write you off.
I would be perfectly happy to wake up naked beside you, with my body pressing against your naked ass and my fingers probing your wet little cunt.
I want to smell your perfume, so that every time afterwards when I smell it I think of you. I want to always remember how your soft lips feel on my ear lobe.
I don’t ever want a yesterday with you. Or a tomorrow. Just a today, just this minute, just right now.