not make love, have sex.

A part of me wants to grab you and make love to you. No, not make love, have sex. The urge is too animalistic to be called "making love." I want to tear your clothes off, to ravish you. I want to do those things we've discussed in our more daring and flirtatious moments...to take you at your desk or in the stairwell, to take you over and over again. I want to use you. And I want to turn myself over to you to be used as well. Too often that desire seems driven by my frustration, and that scares me.

haha.. by here im, like, wowwed by this guy. whoever he is. found his blog somewhere at the newly updated list..

I know nothing more than friendship seems possible because I’m married. But you don’t realize, maybe because I can’t bring myself to say the words, that quite possibly all you’d have to do is say there was a small, small chance of something more between us. That’s all it would probably take. I’d seriously consider leaving her if you just said, “Maybe…” I’d risk it all just for a chance with you. But I can’t place that weight on your shoulders. It would have to be your choice to ask.

haha.. so funny. the way he phrased it all.. when i came to the part, that he's married. heeeeee-uge shockeroo! like, oh.mygod. he seems pretty sweet though. well, its from his side anyway.. biased point of view..