I can feel you. Feel you undressing me with your thoughts. Feel you touching me with your look. Feel your breath on my neck, Your throbbing heart. I can feel you wanting me, Lusting me, Yearning for me. And I can feel you resisting. Resisting with your whole being. But you can't. Not really. Not with me undressing you with my playful thoughts. Touching you with my devilish look. And slowly pressing all the right buttons of your body, While my heart calmly pounds, As if it all were nothing. ... And soon you give in. Give in to me completely. And together, Our bodies and souls intertwined, We transcend both time and space.
I'm done chasing you. I'm done chasing me. I'm done chasing us. ... There were moments when I thought we could have been something great, Something special. There were moments when I thought: "I truly do love you." But now... Now, I am not even sure of that anymore. ... It feels like you are only an echo of a man I once knew. A distant, weak echo. Nothing more. And nothing less. Echo of a dream we once shared.