Me, you and the game I like everything that makes up your body, all the physical symmetry that puts you on your feet. I like the taste after kissing you, your breath mixed with mine. You have much of what my desire wants, much of what my body asks for. You drive me crazy with each encounter, turn me back and forth and back again. My tongue likes to walk around you, dripping down every corner, causing shivers in your ideas, instigating what's best in you. I want to hear you ask, ask me for more of me, I want to offer you what no one has given you. I want you to discover yourself and discover me, without guilt, without labels, without fear. Just you and me in this game of involvement.

I imagine everything as I write to you, that I don't even tell you... and I don't even tell you, each thing that I don't even write to you, while I imagine you.