I crave you.
do not mistake my words, as something of lust because,
I crave not your wandering hands, but your wandering mind.

I crave not your eyes, but your eye contact,
I crave not your lips, but to watch the slight curve of them when you speak to me,
I crave not your body, but to carefully watch the way you move.
The way you talk, laugh, the frown when your sad, the way your eyes are lit when you're happy, the way you walk.
You, you drive me so crazy.

I crave you in the most innocent form.
I crave to say goodnight and give you forehead kisses and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst.
I crave you in colours that don't exist.
I crave you in words wished and dreams sung.

I crave you in ways where showing how beautiful you are, is easier than breathing.
I crave in the spaces between your dreams and your reality that mean most to you and nothing more or less.

For a crave is a need only satisfied in the soul...
One day the looks will leave you, but I, will be able to say that I adored your mind and possibly your soul, to say that in you I looked for and saw what I could not see in myself...