el amado, not my neighbor.

I want to be loved.

I, like everyone else, deserve to experience love. And although, I feel like I have already witnessed the potential of love, and my desire to love…there is an inclination in my soul to further those experiences.  To go beyond what I understand to be these feelings. Tap into capability greater than I have ever, or even ever experienced.

Don’t ask why I am feeling as such. Usually, I would deny these type of feelings. And suggest my support for my feckless lack of interest. But clearly, while my mouth is speaking one thing, my head and soul are yielding otherwise.

But its difficult. I am not suggesting that I will compare what I know of before to what I want to from the next, but rather a feeling of satisfaction. True satisfaction. Not one I force myself because I cannot be honest with my own self. But rather, a satisfaction that exceeds a physical orgasm but actually reaches an emotional climax. I want to cum with love. I want him to worship with his explosion. Show me.