I'm drawn to him like the waves are to the shore.
Dark eyes, sending shivers down my spine with just one glance.
Lips like petals, parting when his breath comes heavy.
Smile on the edge of dark and light.
Arms silhouetted in white, sculpted, strong, smooth.
His hands that touch, grab, squeeze, delicate and commanding.
Collarbones, laid like golden gates, only opening when kissed in the right places.
Neck, soft and tender, waiting to be bruised, bitten, licked, whispered upon.
His voice that trembles when I do it right, like thunder and honey, pouring from his velvet lips into mine.
I will wait for him.