Don’t stand so close to me. I can feel the warmth of you through the brush of your sleeve.
Don’t laugh that laugh. That chuckle resonates inside me like one of my favourite songs.
Don’t look at me like that. Innocent glances and ocean coloured eyes. I am so thirsty.
Don’t hug me when you say goodbye. My body wants to melt and wrap itself around you.
Don’t kiss me again. I am starving and you taste like six course sex on a silver platter.
Don’t do it.
9 November 2013