I want your hands
On my waist, my neck, my shoulders, everywhere
Your eyes make me so angry
Because they lock on mine, and I am burning
You are the first person to ever
Make me do anything, like write poetry, or stop hating myself
And I just want you
Everywhere
I want your laughter
On my neck, against my cheek, hot in my ear
Your cheeky smile, it takes everything away
Like my breath, and my resolve, my patience
It is like waiting naked in the winter
Just to be burned by the sun in the spring