"You love me."
All these we've used as an excuse to be the dominant one.
You're older, shorter, feminane, much more beautiful.
I'm younger(if only by nine months), taller, thicker, much more lez worthy.
I'm taller, stronger, so I can easily pin your small frame down;
on the mattress, on the ground, on the wall..
Hold your wrists down, run my hands on your body; show you how small you really are.
//I've always loved our contrasts. My skin always looks so pale next to yours'. I love how it always looks like you have just the perfect sun tan, even in the winter.//
Wrestling. Cuddling. Holding. Any of these, no matter what, I know giggles would fill the air. I'd pin you, dominate you,
just try to force you into loving me.
I'm thicker, taller, more masculine. But I can't quite tell you how I really feel..
So, I guess you really must be stronger than me.