Yes, I Hate You

Yes, I Hate You

When I said that I hate you, I think you know what I meant.
I do "hate" you.
I hate the way you make me feel.
No one else does, can, or comes close.
I hate that when you asked if I want to get together, I immediately said "where".
I don't do that with anyone else.
I hate that I seem obsequious when it comes to you.
I am not, ordinarily.
I hate that when I said "get out" and set my vaginal muscles to combat your penetration,
not only did TheEnterprise (you) effortlessly break past the fortress,
but it went so deep as to hit that spot never touched by anyone but you
and I immediately came...again (damn that Enterprise...and you).
I hate you because you know. You simply know...and you shouldn't.
No one else does.
I hate you because you are so in tune with TheEnterprise
and know just where to place it to hit the right spots.
I hate that the sound of your voice makes me wet.
I hate you because you are arrogant,
and more so, because you have reason to be.
I hate you because of how you look, and how you look at me, into me, through me.
"Damn Your Eyes", Thrill. Boy, does that song tell the story.
I hate the way you wear your clothes, smell, taste, smile, sound...it kills me.
I hate that.
I hate you because you are to me what most people
never find,
and are doomed if they do.
I hate you for being here...and for not.
I hate you because I am a control freak, and with you, I lose control.
Thank God I am strong. I can live without you, Thrill.
I would just rather not. But, I can, if I have to.
And, knowing that, is what keeps this in "perspective" for me.
Suffice it to say: I feel you, Thrill...not own, possess, control.
I feel you, and you feel good.