There Is Just Something About You...

...that makes me want to jump you as soon as I see you. I don't know what it is. Our chemistry isn't electric, or even firey or passionate; but maybe *magnetic* would be the right word. I can't even remember the last time I saw you... well, I can't remember *when* it was, but I can certainly remember the instance. Even then, we kissed. And as I sit here now, imagining your kiss, your touch, the way you look at me as if you have no control over yourself around me, I want to be with you. I want to make out with you, feel your hands in my hair, your lips on my skin, that familiar knot in my belly when I know you would let me take it further, and it would only be my willpower that would prevent it from such. I wonder how you are, if you ever think of me... and if you ever think of me in *that* way. I wonder what would happen if we were to see one another again. Would we be confronted with the same illogical desire? Would we act on it? Would we pretend in front of others that we didn't feel anything, both of us knowing that we secretly did? Would we try to get together another time alone? Will those feelings ever completely dissipate between us? But I already know the answers to these questions, which is why we don't text one another often; and when we do, we keep it very surface-talk. And that is perfectly okay with me. Because I know that either way, we wouldn't be satisfied. 
VendettaVita VendettaVita
31-35, F
May 22, 2012