I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.
I watch you,
I read you like a poem,
Annoyingly paying attention to every detail that is you.
Lustfully craving the trace of your fingers, mouth, tongue, eyes on the contours of my body.
I want you.
Abusing my mind thinking about you.
Days turn into weeks,
I find myself longing to feel that warm rush when you say my name.
The passion in your eyes consumes my body and runs through my veins.
I miss you.
Alexis W