Are you?

So the question remains. Are you going to do the things we talked about, dreamed about, wished about? Please don't hurt me. No. Nevermind. Hurt me. Hold me in the heat of the moment. Kiss me with my necter's salt on your lips, ravage my body with passion and fill me with you. Then leave with no talk about the next day or week or year. Kiss me to still the tears that threaten to smear my makeup, so the question remains...