And it was weird
Because I crave him.
In the worst way possible,
I do.
And it would be simply like
Wanting his strong arms wrapped
Around my weak body
Or his lips against the patch of skin just below my jaw,
Love clearly radiating through the gesture
Or his eyes fixated on me like I'm so precious,
Like I'm special
I just wanted to go home.
Home is where my heart is
And my heart is with him
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
And it was weird
Because I crave him.
In the worst way possible,
I do.
And it would be simply like
Wanting his strong arms wrapped
Around my weak body
Or his lips against the patch of skin just below my jaw,
Love clearly radiating through the gesture
Or his eyes fixated on me like I'm so precious,
Like I'm special
I just wanted to go home.
Home is where my heart is
And my heart is with him