Every time my phone lights up,  
I check  
is it you?  
But it’s not,  
so I sigh,  
go back to what I was doing,  
pretending it doesn’t matter.  

But it does.  

On repeat,  
like a melody I can’t escape,  
I’ll do it again and again  
until it is you.  

Crazy, isn’t it?  
So many voices call my name,  
yet none of them spark that thrill
none of them light up my day  
the way you do  
with just a message.

I bet you taste like hot chocolate  
warm, rich, irresistible,  
drawing me closer,  
pulling me in with every breath.  

Let me taste you,  
not in haste,  
but slow and deliberate,  
letting the sweetness bloom  
softly across my tongue.  

Your warmth spills into me,  
a quiet fire melting every edge,  
each moment lingering  
like a whisper against my lips.  

I want you  
not in halves, not in shadows  
but fully, deeply, completely,  
until nothing remains  
but this sweet, endless heat.

You settle under my skin,
not as a whisper, but a flame
searing, raw, alive.
Every thought of you is a hand
dragging down my spine,
every memory, a pulse
between my ribs.

You’re the ache I welcome,
the slow burn that spreads,
fingers tracing paths
only you dare to mark.
I am undone by the weight of wanting,
the way your name blooms in my mouth,
a prayer and a sin all at once.

I crave the way your touch
would write itself on me,
each graze a promise,
each press a claim.
You, pulling me apart
me, surrendering,
willing to be broken
just to feel whole in your hands.

No storm can match this hunger,
no quiet could tame it.
Let it take me.
Let me drown in the heat of you.

Knefe,
sweet, warm, impossible to forget.

My favorite Lebanese dessert,

and somehow, your nickname, too.

Though you don’t know it
yet.

I feel foolish for liking you this much,

but every thought of you brings a smile,

even through the tears that streak my face.

You cross my mind, and the world fades,

your name louder than any silence.

I long for you

your voice, your gaze, your impossible closeness.

But I know.
I know you don’t feel the same.

I shouldn’t talk to you.

I shouldn’t dream of you.

And yet, I still try.

Try, because sometimes it feels effortless,

and other times it’s a weight I can barely carry.

But isn’t that what love is?

The sweet and the bitter,

the crazy pull toward someone

who has no idea the power they hold.

You’ve consumed me whole,

made me wild,

made me crazy

crazy for you.

Fingers trace paths only you dare to mark,

Every thought of you ignites the spark.

My body trembles, begging to be undone,

In your hands,
I know I’ll come undone.

You settle under my skin,

not as a whisper,but a flame
searing, raw, alive.

Every memory, a pulse

between my ribs.

You’re the ache I welcome,

the slow burn that spreads.

I am undone by the weight of wanting,

the way your name blooms in my mouth,

a prayer and a sin all at once.

No storm can match this hunger,

no quiet could tame it.

Let it take me.

Let me drown in the heat of you.

Some hearts love, while others turn away,  
And here we are, stranded, worlds apart.  
I’m bound by a love that I can’t betray,  
While you stand untouched, guarding your heart.  

I want your love like breath, like light,  
An ache that words can’t ever fill  
A silent prayer whispered to the night,  
Hoping you’ll feel it, hoping you will.  

I burn for the warmth of something true,  
Yet I’m terrified to break the spell.  
Afraid that asking will push you through  
A door you’ll close, a truth I can’t tell.  

So I keep my distance, my longing concealed,  
Cradling a fire that scorches alone.  
In quiet agony, my fate is sealed,  
Loving in silence, loving unknown.  

I wish you’d see beyond my restraint,  
Feel my love without needing words.  
But here I stand, half-hope, half-faint,  
In a solitude no one’s ever heard.

You cared about the pain I felt,  
Yet all I did was wonder why.  
Wonder why you seemed to care so much,  
When we barely spoke, barely knew each other, why?  

So I asked you, desperate to know,  
Why your care felt like it was more than it should be.  
But what I read didn’t seem right,  
It left me questioning what it all could be.  

In a moment, without thinking, I said,  
“You have no reason to care.”  
I hope I didn’t hurt you,  
I never meant to, but it felt unfair.  

How odd it must seem,  
For you to care about something so small,  
Why didn’t you see,  
I was talking about you, after all?