it craves more than ***
it finds *** is unappealing
without the pull that pushes me
to you.
it craves more than lust. in fact,
it craves the darkest secrets you own,
the gentle kisses you provide.
it craves the sleepless nights,
the never ending thoughts,
the bruises on your ribs,
the soft whispers i can barely hear
it looks for more than hunger or thirst.
it seeks the heat of your blood under skin,
how gentle your fingertips are
and the way your eyes see me
it craves the sweat under your cheekbone,
the laughter that spills from your lips, the
smile that only you have given me,
and the sound of your voice
when you
finally speak.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 3:03 AM UTC
it craves more than ***
it finds *** is unappealing
without the pull that pushes me
to you.
it craves more than lust. in fact,
it craves the darkest secrets you own,
the gentle kisses you provide.
it craves the sleepless nights,
the never ending thoughts,
the bruises on your ribs,
the soft whispers i can barely hear
it looks for more than hunger or thirst.
it seeks the heat of your blood under skin,
how gentle your fingertips are
and the way your eyes see me
it craves the sweat under your cheekbone,
the laughter that spills from your lips, the
smile that only you have given me,
and the sound of your voice
when you
finally speak.
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