Something about you.
Forbidden and therefore ever more longing in the end.
I dream of you.
Dream of letting you wrap me around your little finger.
Dream of loving you,
Holding you,
Protecting you.
Dream of stealing forbidden kisses from your lips.
Dream of kissing you softly on the neck.
Wrapping my arms around you.
Dream of feeling your walls tumbling down
Because if yours fall then mine can too.
"Walls down'" means fear,
And fear means the opposite of everything I want with you.
And yet I fear you
For that's why I love you.
I want to be fragile and open and naked
But not fear being broken or shut out or scarred.
Decidedly so, every ounce of entertaining these fantasies shall be forbidden, as it is unfated.
Still, somehow you have snuck your way into a soft and special part of this story of my soul.
Shame to never know who you are.
How I found you.
If I made you up.
I would love to be the man that loves you,
Holds you,
Protects you.
Therefore, you must stop visiting my dreams.
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