i crave the feeling of your love rushing through me.
i want to be breathless,
my lungs begging for your words to replace mine.
i long for the piercing stare, the harsh tone, the wandering hands.
i long for you.
for your special kind of love,
made up of choked gasps and scratched backs.

i long for you while you long for me.  
and all we can do is sit in the back of the classroom, writing poetry.