Everyone wants to be the good guy, or the nice guy, or the guy that is always on the good side. I do not believe that is who I am. I am always up to no good. I am more of a man that functions purely on instinct. The opposite of being a nice man. A part of me is devoid of logic and reason. A part of me that is motivated by instinct and primal desires. I remember my days, my past and who I was. I am more of a beast, an animal than anything else. Back then just my lips want to make love with her lips, then with her tongue, then with her neck, then with the skin on her back, then the rest of her body. Slowly and passionately as if writing poetry with my lips on her skin. She can resist, she can pull back but I can take her if I want. I can take what is mine, and what is mine I can do what I want. I can do whatever I want with her lips, do whatever I want with her tongue, do whatever I want with her body.
There is no mistake as to the expression of my eyes, a look of pure want and desire as if telling her I am going to give her what she craves and what I want. There is no mistake to her expression either as if telling me to have her, to do whatever I want with her. There are no sounds, nor words nor any signals with my reply. She knew what it was. I want her with every fiber of my being until I know who she is, know every part of her and know what she wants until there is no more boundary that separates us… to be so close that not even these clothes would separate us.