This other side of me wants to keep him safe.
I want to make him smile.
Play with his hair while he lays between my chest.
I want him to feel my heartbeat.
Listen to it each time I breath.
I want to kiss his eye lids, his cheeks, nose and lips.
I want to make him weak.
So soft and weak.
I want to learn want makes him nervous.
What excites him.
What makes him shiver.
I want him to look at me like a puppy.
A sad puppy who wants comforting.
Who wants mommy.
I crave to hear his voice.
His little moans.
His heavy breaths when I sooth him.
I want him to come to me. Run to me.
Wait for me patiently like a good boy.
I want to look at him and make him shy.
I want him to feel embarrassed and flustered every time I step closer.
The boy I want is the one I created in my imagination.
He is so perfect.
Being as I am alone.
I do admit. I need him.

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ALONE (Nymfia's dairy)
Randomwatch what happens when Nymfia stays alone for far too long.