1754; craving
absence makes the heart grow fonder, I suppose; that should be a good thing, because if it weren't for the intense feeling of longing, I wouldn't know what to make of my feelings
maybe I still don't know what to make of my feelings, but I know some things
I want you, in the realest ways possible
I want to take in the pigment of your skin, inhale its scent while we embrace
I want to trace the indents in your torso, dancing my fingers around the warmth so I know you're real
I want to see the blood rush to your face, mimicking the intensity
I want to see your eyes haze over, closing after looking into mine, silently letting me know that you want the same
I want to see your lips part ever so slightly before taking them into mine
I want to hear your voice, caught in your throat, telling me that you love me, even if we both know its a lie, even if we only have to pretend it's true for a few moments
I want to feel you, mold with you in every way
I want you
in the realest ways possible
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