You, My Future Lover.
I want to whisper sordid secrets to you. Things only you shall ever know, as I stroke your hair tenderly. I want you to feel safe and surrender in the protective circle of my arms. I need you. I would never take advantage of you....but perhaps you want that. I will give you the softest kisses, my hands may wander. Perhaps you will tell me with your body language that you desire me as much as I desire and cherish you. Only you can tell me. Whatever happens, I will be content to hold you.