want - E

i want a smile, one that slowly melts to show me the passion holding you to this moment.

i want your fingertips to brush against my midsection, the gentle kiss of skin upon skin.

i want to feel you tremble.

i want your nerves like i want your touch like i want your heart.

i want to slip my arms up over your shoulders, to arch my back. i want my movements to be imperceptibly subtle, every touch and gasp and little motion part of the subconscious effort to pull you against me.

i want your breath, ragged and hot on my temple, my ear.

i want your hunger like i want your resolve.

i want those lips pressed tenderly behind my jaw, along my neck, upon my collarbone. i want each kiss to carry a current that tesla would envy.

i want your hands on me. i want your curiosity, too. i want the lightest touch of your fingertips as much as i want you pressed against my body. as much as i want you to pin me to the wall.

i want more, more, more of your touch. more of you meeting more of me. i want you to explore me.

i want to see your face flush, feel your heart race. i want you to nearly burst at the seams.

i want to be dizzy drunk on the smell of you, on the rich, barely traceable scent climbing up your chest and escaping over that top button.

i want to peer into your eyes and know that you want me the same way.

i want your gaze like i want your desire like i want you.

above everything else, i want you.

it has to be you, or it doesn't mean anything.

with anyone else, it would just be the motions. another rehearsal for the real thing.

i want our lips to finally meet, and i want it to blow my goddamn mind like nothing else ever has.