Bad love hurts me.
Good love also hurts me.
Thinking about you sends slow and painful electric shocks from my chest down my stomach. The way you kissed me slowly as if to savor me rather than ravish me.
I've never been the one more hungry for touch in a relationship.
Maybe you will love me more for my mind than my body if it'll always be this slow.
You ask for if you can hug me.
I ask if I can kiss you.
Is this my first waltz where we never step on each other's toes?