nailed to the wall in pleasure and pain

wednesday 5th february 2003 @ 19:38

i don't think that will ever be enough. last night. the music. your touch. your kiss. your whispers in the dark. i want more. i surrendered and left my mark on your back. you left yours on my heart. desire in you stronger than i expected. and now i have to hold back. because, as predicted i can see a future with you that you are not ready for.

"i never will forget those nights

i wonder if it was a dream

remember how you made me crazy

remember how i made you scream"

three showers later and i can still smell you on my skin.

reading: bukowski

hearing: boys of summer et al, last night's soundtrack to ecstacy

wanting: more, more.

fearing: can't you just admit it, we're already having a relationship