you're sitting in the

corner of my room,

perched high on a stool,

playing your strings so delicately.

as i watch you

play your vulnerable songs for me,

i wonder what it'd be like

to be loved by you that way.

Delicate.

Soft.

Gentle.

I only know you

when you're rough,

hungry,

and lust fills

your starving eyes.

i've never

seen you

this way.

and now,

it is

all i want.

to be truly

wanted by you.

Body.

Heart.

Soul.