wanting more an expectation of sort?

just as everybody in outlet o mocks at me for being overly obsessive with michael, in which i amended that to be head over heels in lust with michael, but not like the way wellieton puts it "freaky stalker" since all i did was to track him down on friendster and steal a photo or two off his profile and putting it up as my wallpaper on my lappie; nobody or maybe well just that 3 close girlfriends of mine who know about my unhonourable intentions towards a someone in my life currently.

take what i can for the moment and savour what i can hold on to, than to regret what i could have but not cherish, an opportunity of life.

9 hours of basking in tender ministrations and siesta was not as restful as thought. both tired from drinks and work, surrendered to the blissful beckon of seeking solace from risky teasing that the pair might pleasure in.

one cannot help but ask for more. more of her time. however the pre-requisite of such an exchange of favours: no strings attached and definitely no expectations.

i must not fall for her. i must not. tis a game i can't and don't want to lose.