Even if we only have dinner together I don’t want dinner I want dinner with you.
I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
This is true. Even if we only have dinner together I don’t want dinner I want dinner with you. If we ever have sex it won’t be because I want sex it’ll be cause I want sex with you.
All the little things about you make you human. Make you real. Make you adorable, pretzelbreath.
Maybe boys want RealDoll rubber girls that don’t even sweat but whether for only a weekend or a whole lifetime this Daddy wants you.
