You are the words that linger on the tip of my tongue.
The story that I want to tell, but always struggle to cease.
You are my song waiting to be sung,
and the kiss that waits upon my cheeks.
You are the muse to my thoughts,
the beat to my heart.
A creation, a beautiful piece of art.
Against the wall, on the bed, on top of you, underneath you, on the table, my legs around your waist, yours around mine.. biting your bottom lip, kissing your neck, moaning in your ear, running my hands all over your body. I want you hardcore.
I caught a drift a wind today that had your scent lingering in it.
For those few seconds, it smelled just like the perfume you wear.
I was dreading the following moments when I would have to look up, knowing you wouldn’t be there, and go about my day.