Put your hands on me.

Kiss my cheek. Play with my hair. Blow on my neck. Wrap your arms around me. Squeeze. Trace my hips with your fingers. Kiss my lips. Hold my hand. Grab my ass. Rub your hands over my thighs. Sit me on your lap. Kiss my neck. Pull me close. Never let go.

But more than anything: love me, love me, love me. Accept me for who I am, my strengths and my weaknesses. And try your best to understand me.


Someday I’ll stop yearning.

Until then, there’s always Chris Isaak. Thanks, Chris.