#hereyougothough
Few words could describe how I feel,
I could use simplistic phrases and cliché notions,
A desire, if you will.
I could call it a romantic lust,
A yearning,
A need.
But I refuse to call it that.
I become a whirlwind of emotions.
A puddle of a person.
I feed off of the affection you give to me.
*A kiss to the nose.
A kiss to the lips.
A touch of hands.*
Silence, followed by laughter.
Do you realize that we are perfect?
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC