a book for thoughts

did I give you what you hoped for?

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I'm looking over and tracing the cracks on the walls while he's tracing the creases of my body.

My mouth is dry but his is practically foaming and I've come to the conclusion that our interests are much different.

While some might consider them to be the same, I can tell you from experience they are not.

My craving was intimacy,
A loving touch of someone who wanted to be there to witness my living beyond the sheets of a bed somewhere.

His craving was sex,
A hungry touch of someone who wanted to witness all that you'd give up for them and then some.
whatever you had to give was what they wanted from you.

To be in the same position but to feel very different things from each other is such a strange experience, to know that someone can do these things without their heart feeling like mine is..
Strange.

How can someone not feel so vulnerable?

Naked and sprawled out, giving any and everything up to someone so loosely without feeling any ache in their chest with the question "will I ever feel this way lovingly?" Clouding their mind?
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-A.C