I have never really been the type of person that experienced lust. I don’t react visually and desire someone. It has never been this way for me and it used to torment me quite a lot that I was different.
While I appreciate the female form, it is not what draws me to a woman. I am drawn in by the aura. I am drawn in by something gentle and sensuous about them. It makes me intrigued. It makes me trust.
I pine for connection. I pine for intimacy. I pine for the happiness of knowing that in this moment of being close to someone, there is nowhere that I would rather be.
I am drawn to women with defined edges. There is a certain beauty in self-knowledge and motivated desire that is difficult to describe. I am drawn to a woman that knows what she wants. I appreciate the definition of the edges, even when they are jagged.
Even with jagged edges, the woman that draws me in still holds the gentleness in her heart.
When I am with the woman who chooses me, it changes. I find her irresistible. I want her more than anything. She is the most beautiful thing in the entire world… and I know it. Only then does lust show its face. Only then do the fiery desires rush in. I want her more than anything… the woman that I love.
My attraction unearths my truest form. I will do anything for her. I will do everything for her. I want so badly to touch her and for her to touch me… the way that she has touched my heart. This is my passion. It makes me out of control. I cannot resist, nor do I try to.
I don’t see this as carnal pleasure. I see this as… life… as I want to live it.
I sit here, longing to be with the one that I love. I pine for her. I ache for her. I suffer because I cannot express my love in the way that I want. You are my everything.