love me, fuck me

you make it so easy to fall in love with you. the first time i allowed myself to be vulnerable with you, you did what no one else has done before. you admired every aspect of my body. told me i was so so beautiful. breathtakingly beautiful. it made me feel so good that i wanted to cry. i wanted to cry because i finally felt enough. but i can never tell what your words mean. are you saying them just because you know they will make me feel this way? that i will drop down on my knees and do anything for you? be all yours. i want to love you. i want to know every aspect of your beautiful mind. but at the same time, are our minds even alike? would our love be just as beautiful as the way we make love? and do you want to love me? do you think my mind is just as beautiful as my body? i don’t know. so for the time being, let’s just fuck.