My boyfriend made me a playlist. While i listened to it i fucked myself and thought of him, but it didnt quite feel the same. I need to feel him touching me up and down my body and i want to see him underneath me. I want to make him feel good deep in his soul and on the surface of his body. Does this make me a pervert? Probably. But as long as I get to see him, I dont really care what i am, only what i am to him. i exist within his glance but the moment i stop thinking of him or he stops looking my way, i disappear. I wonder why that is. Am I too dependent? Perhaps, but, deep down just knowing he even thinks of me gives me my spirit. I miss you. I love you.
