Can we still call it being selfish or blaming it on just poor behavior on our parts? When do we begin to own all that we are doing? Laying across your chest, listening to the melodies your body conducts, I feel alive. The pulsing. The throbbing and moving of a heart I want to hold. Not just in my hands but I want to walk around knowing that it’s always with me. There’s feelings underneath these sheets. I hate these games. I spy with my naked eye a man who wants the same thing as I. Whenever you’re ready….