Few words could describe how I feel, I could use simplistic phrases and cliché notions, A desire, if you will. I could call it a romantic lust, A yearning, A need.
But I refuse to call it that.
I become a whirlwind of emotions. A puddle of a person. I feed off of the affection you give to me.
A kiss to the nose. A kiss to the lips. A touch of hands.