Her

My need to see her stems from my curiosity to see how she kisses.  I want to feel her lips against mine.  I want to see how she holds her body, and if she would touch mine, where and how.  My imagination runs away, and I envision us making out in the women's restroom.  At some point, we would go somewhere more private...  Sometimes our clothes come off, and sometimes we're just making out.  I always end up saying that I can't do this and then leaving...That irritates me though because in real life, I don't think I would want to leave.

Being behind her and wanting to kiss the side of her neck.  The desire made me crazy, but somehow I managed to resist.  Today, I regret that decision...