I’m going to be honest with you in a way that feels a little dangerous because anything less would be a performance.
I want you. Not abstractly. Not politely. I want the way your presence sharpens my attention, the way my body notices you before my mind finishes forming the thought. When I imagine being close to you, it isn’t fast or careless. It’s slow enough that every breath becomes a decision.
What excites me most is not taking you, but being allowed closer. The moment where you don’t pull away. The moment you lean in because you want to, not because you’re being carried there. I want the heat that builds when neither of us rushes, when our bodies are clearly speaking but we’re still listening.
I think about standing close enough that you can feel how steady I am, how present. About my mouth near your ear, not saying anything at first, letting the anticipation do the work. About touching you in ways that ask questions instead of making demands, waiting for your response, adjusting, paying attention. I want you aware, alive, choosing every inch of it.
There’s something incredibly intimate about restraint. About wanting badly and still moving carefully. I want to trace the places where you’re sensitive, not to push past them, but to understand them. To let you decide when “enough” turns into “don’t stop.” That shift, when permission becomes invitation, is what I’m really drawn to.
I don’t want to pretend this is only emotional. My desire is physical. It lives in my hands, in my mouth, in the way I imagine you responding when you realize I’m not going anywhere, that I’m willing to stay right at the edge with you as long as it takes. I want the kind of closeness that makes thinking difficult and honesty unavoidable.
But I also want you to know this. None of it matters unless you want it too. The sexiest thing to me is your agency, your yes meaning yes because you feel it, because your body agrees with your mind. If you hesitate, I want to feel that and stop. If you lean in, I want to meet you there without overpowering the moment.
I’m not asking for anything from you right now. I just wanted you to know that my desire is intentional, attentive, and very much alive. If you ever decide to step into this with me, I want it to be slow enough to savor, intense enough to linger, and mutual enough that we both feel seen in it.