i crave your touch
like a drug addict
craves their drug

I crave your soft lips against my own matching the rhythm of our hearts.
I crave the sounds you will make as your hands follow a heated path of desire down my body.
I crave the lips that follow it before descending on my own with an intensity that I can compare nothing else to.
I crave the molten heat you bring with every word you've ever spoken to me.
I crave your husky voice that fills with desire as I describe just what exactly I want from you.
I crave you so much that sometimes this craving scares me.

I want to feel you
to touch your skin
to kiss your lips, neck, collarbone
to caress your moving chest
to cry on your shoulder
to make your face light up with your beautiful smile
to feel free in each others arms
I crave 
to your love

l.t.

For years they pretended.
Pretending not having feelings for the other.
Years and they pretended that the spark wasn't there.

For years they pretended.
Pretending to be fine with just being friends.
Years and they pretended that they didn't crave for more.

For years they pretended.
Pretending not to care about each other's relationships.
Years and they pretended that jealousy was never there.

For years they pretended.
Pretending, but now they finally became aware.
Years and them pretending has finally came to an end.

Or so they thought,

Now they're back at pretending.
Pretending that they never became aware.

Now they're back at pretending.
Pretending, because his lover became aware.

You’re the only one I need.
Running from the late night doubts,
You’re the arms I crave.
You;
A mellow, present cure
For my tentative, diamond heart.
Tell me you love me
Then stay.
Hold me, hear me, have me,
Then leave.
Tell me you love me and run.
Brush off your hands and hold me,
So I don’t run.
So I can’t hide.
Force me
To make up my mind,
To stay or break or mask,
To destroy or to flourish.
Hold my hand and run.
With me.
Home.

i crave touch and affection
as any human does
but i am reserved, an observer, an introvert
i am content to spend an entire day cuddled up
with someone who feels the same way i do
on a rainy day like today
there is nothing more i want
than to feel
to feel alive
to feel loved
to feel connected
to not feel alone

There's something mesmerizing about watching
the flames of a fire.
Something about laying our eyes
upon destruction
Captures our attention.

Is that why some people
are drawn to destroy?