Panic attack

My hands are shaking. It looks like a panic attack or anxiety. And in fact what I have to say to Sajira is too important to remain impassive. I can't open my mouth, I'm like paralyzed. He is taking a shower and I dare not enter so as not to invade his space ... I have become very reserved and shy in these two years. At first not, but now I'm incredibly tender and protective. We men too have a heart!

I hear that he sings in English, a song by Bruno Mars, Versace on the Floor. I like it too, it's very sensual.

I imagine it under water, soapy and with a soft and well-shaped breast.

I shiver with pleasure. Then I see it. He has a towel on his head and he smiles at me with his tongue. It looks like a wildflower that nobody has ever picked.

Nobody except me.

-Are you pale Calt are you feeling well? -

-Oh sit down please-

-Do you have to talk to me urgently? -

I do yes with my head.

-Here we have been together for two years and I would like ... I would like to take you as a wife if you wish-

-Really ?? - squeezes me with joy and cries.

-Love Calt !!! That's all I want !! -

I smile embarrassed. I have no more defenses. I am in love and without strength.

The only weapons are courage and self-control. For the rest I'm nice that screwed.

The heart is NEVER commanded.