You always see me as
sweetness
and purity
and in some way a threat to your peace.
Yet I know the impossibility of true danger
due to distance
and circumstances
and obligation.
All of these things
make you safe and secure
in your life.
But my heart wants you
to recognize my desire for you
to honor it,
to be glad of it,
to allow yourself
to desire me in return.
I laugh as I say that
because I assume so much.
Do I want you to pretend desire
just to make me feel valued?
What is it that I really want from you?
I know.
I always want too much.
I want you
to kiss me
to hold my hand
to touch my breast
to show me
that I can be an object of desire.
An object of YOUR desire.
Too much….
Yes, I know.
But a girl can dream.
