Truth be told, I have met a good deal of guys in my life, gay and straight, but I feel more attracted to straight people. Straight guys tend to have this uniqueness and tenderness of taking care of their soul mate, and I have this fascination in them.
There are quite a number of guys who I feel were my husbands. The guys who I usually look at and feel I was kissing them. The guys I wished I were laying in beds with, discussing about how much we love ourselves. The guys I wanted to say "I love you, Bae" to.
I recently dreamed that a heterosexual guy lifted me to his abdomen, and he gave me a healthy, unending kisses-- a French kiss, as a matter of fact. I couldn't tell him how the dream went when I saw him. I just did mind my business as I would.
There's a guy I am really falling for. His lips are out of this world. They are priceless! I wished he always pressed them against mine. His eye-lashes, so enticing. His physique, a wanted one. His skin, worth wearing. He is amazingly created. I wish I had him close to me. I wish he would sit beside me and brainstorm with me. I wish he always gave me a loving hug. An endless, loving hug. A hug I would not want to remember.
I always wished I sat beside him in class. But, unfortunately, he gives me no chance. He stays where my eye might not reach. To me, he is a treasure. He talks, and I blush. He is heart, and a king of cuteness.
I wish I had heterosexual boyfriend!
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