Longing (Tylila)
I do not now love you. As it is, I barely know you. And lust, although present, is not my predominate emotion. More than anything else, I long for you. I ache to discover you. I keep imagining, fantasizing, day-dreaming about sitting and talking to you, smiling at you and turning internal cartwheels when you smile back. I keep being striken by vision of our hands curling together, left breathless by images and imagined sensations of you lying with me, clother bodies resting comfortably against each other as we talk or watch a movie. I have urges to find you and to talk with you now of a future together. I am overwhelmed by thoughts of sharing me with you and getting to know you in turn. I am stricken and invigorated by the thought of sharing with you the simple pleasures of life and the joys of couplehood. I have not fallen head over heels for you, but I desire to do so. I long to love you.