I long for the way your lips brush up against mine
And your scent lingers on me
For the way your eyes lock in on mine and everything thing else blurs around
Your fingers that trace my spine
Your hand that fits perfect in mine
I long for the day i may one day call you mine and me yours
Yet I know this day may never come for you are yours and yours alone.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
I long for the way your lips brush up against mine
And your scent lingers on me
For the way your eyes lock in on mine and everything thing else blurs around
Your fingers that trace my spine
Your hand that fits perfect in mine
I long for the day i may one day call you mine and me yours
Yet I know this day may never come for you are yours and yours alone.
