There is something about him that makes me feel awfully wicked. He makes me want to do shockingly dirty things. Maybe it's because he's so proper. Sometimes when I look at him, I want to tear off all his clothes and fuck him where he stands.
It's intimacy we all want. To be touched, looked at, admired. To be smiled at, to laugh with someone. To feel safe. To feel like someone's really got you. That's what we all crave.
