She wishes
To draw with her fingertips
on the canvas of his chest
To close her eyes,
be secure in the arms she rests
To have, on a cold and grey morning,
his warm breath on her neck
To be kissed on her forehead
till her insecurities melt
To be loved
**Not to have just ***
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:59 AM UTC
She wishes
To draw with her fingertips
on the canvas of his chest
To close her eyes,
be secure in the arms she rests
To have, on a cold and grey morning,
his warm breath on her neck
To be kissed on her forehead
till her insecurities melt
To be loved
**Not to have just ***
