Have you the slightest imagination as to how much I desire you? How badly I want to simply feel your mouth breaking against my own, how I want the crush of our forms, together, endless?
...how when your name is so much as mentioned in passing, or directly to me: my eyes (so I've been told) alight into sparkles and a smile breaks unconsciously over my face?
How I imagine you, still, somehow, just don't know.
And how I falter in wanting to let this loose into the space between us, directly into your ears, into everything and nothing all at once.
I want you. Terribly.
I thought you should know.
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