how is it you make me fall in love with you all over again and again? why do you send fireworks through my body when your lips touch mine and why do i crave you like a drug?

i’m not trying to make you some significant metaphor but you’re what my mind runs circles around. you alone are what i dream about and think about until my body feels your fingers silently slipping down to places i don’t dare move them from.

your fingers are the conductor to my body’s symphony... they trace my outline, make me move in sync with your passion. up, down, squirm, groan... i crave you more. you slip yourself inside me and the trumpets of love begin to play out between our bodies. how could i ever imagine playing another instrument?

only you are what my mouth desires and what my insides thirst for. only your love. only you. ONLY you can quench what i crave. a heroine addict doesn’t feign for *******, in the same way, you are my substance of choice.

you make my blood flow faster and my heart beat heavier, in the way i feel everything more with you. i feel you. i hope you feel me too. i feel your presence when you walk in the room undeniably. i feel the tension of me wanting your lips on me the second you walk in.

when your hands brush the skin on my legs i want them to grip me tight and slide down into me. i watch an entire dream of our desires play out in front of me: grips tight and lips locked, our breathe in sync with the movement of our bodies. i want you to feel me the way i feel you.

in the same way your presence is so undeniable, your absence is as well. my yearning for you never seems to settle when you’re away. that feeling of belonging wherever you are takes me over. it doesn’t matter who we’re with or what we’re doing. standing in your presence is better than alone and tasting your lips is better than dreaming of their touch.

don’t get me wrong though, i enjoy fantasizing about you. is it a sin that i do it so often? is it wrong of me to feed my cravings of you with **** fantasies of our love? to imagine your lips kiss every surface of my skin there is and **** at places that make me squirm? to dream of your fingers and lips synchronizing they’re desires to my body? to dream it so hard i swear i can feel you playing inside me... i adore your various body parts playing fun games between my legs.

i sometimes want to turn back the clock so i can watch your mouth devour me and entertain all my fantasies of you... it seems like every one just gets better and better. anything involving you, me, and our love is destined to be something passionate.

never have i ever felt a passion so deep within me. i thought i did three years ago, when you first touched my lips with yours and i was lost for words and for a breathe and for my sanity because i knew it was all over with for me. i knew from then on out every future desire i had would be in memory of that kiss, and in pursuit of another.

you fulfilled a craving i didn’t even know i had but then it became so much more. it became a way of life, a way of love. to be with you became the way i wanted to be.

but you see, that feeling i had three years ago wasn’t even a reasonable portion of the things i feel for you now. then it was something innocent, and i’m glad it began that way. i wouldn’t have wanted to be rid of my innocence by anyone but you.

but now you’re all my head can make up pretty thoughts about. now you’re all my body can feel true relief from. you are all. there is no other. i hope there never is.