Another lonely night!
Can’t stand it anymore.
This empty house. Feelings. This frozen life.
I need you so much. I am dying inside. Come.
I am begging you. Please Come.
I will do anything. I will bury my pride. Just let me touch you…"
He was sitting at home writing his journal and thought - Maybe I should say, “I shall conquer my pride." No. This does not say at all about how I feel. I am going crazy here. I am walking all over the walls. I can not concentrate. I am boiling. I hate my bed. All these hours when I toss and turn around. It is so cold and lonely. I can not find my place there. My body is exploding and I have nowhere to go.
“I want you in my life," he wrote. “I want you badly. I want to feel your closeness. I want to fill you. I want to dive into you. I need your hands to touch me. I need your lips. I want you to be everywhere. I want to admire your shape, your breasts, your legs, your secret places. I want to smell your hair…"
No. It does not sound right – he thought. No matter what I say is not enough. I feel such a big void. I can't express myself fully. I am sitting at my desk, staring at the computer and I am completely paralyzed by my desire. It is burning inside me. Flames all over. I can't breathe.
“I love when you are so sensitive,” he started again. “Every move and every touch - it goes deeper. You are so intense, so gentle and caring. Hold me strong. I want to lose myself in you. You surround me and complete me in all moments…"
"Bla, bla, bla. That is enough," he said to himself. No more talking. It makes me more and more hungry.
“I want to hear your voice,” he started anyway. “Tell me what to do. Whisper your deepest desire. Open yourself. Let me in. I will set your body on fire. Tell me all these words. Fill me with passion and need. I will rise with you and cherish you. You are my love and we shall never be apart anymore."