Oh, my darling lover,
My thoughts are always stitched with your image
You live in the quiet corners of my mind
I can’t seem to think without thinking of you
I find myself wanting all your time—
To see you in every form, every being, every unguarded glance—
And for you to see me from every angle,
To study one another like a language only we speak.
I crave your touch like a favorite song I never tire of
I picture myself wrapped up in your arms, never straying from their comfort.
The way my hands slip so naturally into yours—
How you trace their lines without even thinking,
Pressing kisses into them like they’re precious—
You make me feel treasured, wanted, and marveled
When your fingers slide through my hair,
I swear I can smell your love in the air.
I remember kissing you in your car—how you held me,
How you guided me with care and hunger both,
How I trusted you so quickly,
How you touched me like I was something sacred.
And still, I find myself constantly craving that feeling.
You made me feel desired in ways I didn’t know I could be.
Even the fierceness of your touch—the way you held my neck,
the way your palm met my cheek, the way you touched me with love
I felt it. I believed you. I believe you.
And I wanted it. I want you.
Darling, I want to be close to you in ways no one else could ever reach.
Thinking of you sends shivers through my body
You are something wild and consuming; who knows what you want
I wonder how you’ll handle me
As you shape me to your needs and I shape you to mine
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