I want you.
My feelings are natural.
They grew on their own,
without intention.
And naturally—
I want you
to feel the same.
To want me,
as I want you.
To feel it evolve,
without effort,
without force,
without doubt.
I hunger for you
to want me—
naturally.
Everything in the way
you look at me,
the way your body leans closer,
the way your breath slows—
says it’s natural.
And yet—
you wait.
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