If I was prettier or smarter or more talented than I am now, would you love me?
If every inch of me is basked in glory-such ethereal divinity that a mere mortal cannot contain, could you set your heart for me?
I felt everything with you. The electrifying-exhilarating-rush of feeling when your hand finds it's way to my thigh. So rough, so much of a man, so tender like I was going to fall apart and lose my grip on the reins of reality. I wanted to give in and stare endlessly at the inky black darkness of your eyes.
But still-would you finally love me as much as I love you?
