I feel you all of the time, but it's never enough.  Your words are written on my palms and my cheeks are flushed red, stained with your fingerprints.  Before you, my chest was filled with cobwebs which latched onto my heart, remaining untouched.  It wasn't long after we met that you began to fill my lungs with flowers. You planted gardens inside of me and every single time you touch my chest I swear that acts as sunlight & my insides are filled with warmth.  This body was once so hollow, filled with only my echoed thoughts.  I want you to feel the stories of me in the crevices of my palms... and  I want to do the same to you.  I remember reading once that taste buds renew themselves every 2 weeks and I hope to God I never go 1 day without the remnants of your taste.  Please, my love, always hold me tighter.  Let me trace your spine, like the spine of my favorite book.  You've etched your name into my throat and I promise to never let it burn out.  My skin rises every time you touch me and it's more than just goosebumps.  My body is constantly arching out for you in ways I can't always control.  I don't know how anyone that has ever looked at you doesn't want to trace the maps on your body.  Ever since I met you, I still get lost once I meet your eyes, that never fails.  You promise to never go anywhere and I pray your map never changes, so that your heart remains my home.