I want to kiss you. It sometimes physically hurts not to kiss you. I don't want to look into your eyes, because I don't want to see the confusion in them. I don't want to explain myself. I just want to feel your breathing on my face as my lips fit onto yours. I want to slip my thumb under the line of your jaw, and tip your head back, to expose your beautiful, long neck. I want to run the tip of my nose along it and to hear nothing but our breathing. Sometimes I look at that face and it's like I've been hypnotized, my greatest desires want to come out. I want to kiss you sweet god in another life I would kiss you. And then afterward, press a soft hand to your lovely head and wash the memory from it.