i’d sail the earth to find him. i’ve seen into the minds of men, i’ve read their eyes, i’ve kissed their fears; but not one has touched my heart the way he has.
i have not kissed, touched, or known him, yet his heart is pure and my bones ache for his embrace.
i yearn for his tough skin in my sheets. i long for silence in his company.
i wish to sit in the pale moonlight and kiss him til my heart and his are married and pregnant with our third child.