Seeing you would make my day, to hear you say my name, wrap your arms around me, would fill my soul.
Oh, how I wish to be yours.
I hate that I can’t hold you, hate that we can’t be, so frustrating this need.
God, I miss your eyes fixated on me.
Laying up at night thinking of you, wishing you could kiss me, picturing, what could be our intimacy.
****. Id give anything to be yours.
I hate that I miss you, hate that I want you, can’t stand this yearning.
****! I wish i could touch you.
So close but so far, here I am and there you are, wanting and needing for us to be free, for some tracing and exploring of our bodies,
**** it! Why can’t this be?