I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
Yep, this. Please.
I want a night
with you.
I want to close
the curtains.
I want to lay in bed
and feel you breathing.
I want the only noise
to be my inhale
replying to your exhale.
I want to trace my fingers
along every line and curve
of your back.
I want to feel your face
buried into my neck.
I want to lay like this
and feel every worry
melt
the same way that I melt
when I am with you.
this may not look like much to most, but for the lucky few who get to experience this moment it’s everything. the moment when you look at the one you love, not even their face, just them. you look at them in awe and wonder how you got so lucky. you caress them gently enough to make it seem as if you’re not thinking all of this, but real enough to make sure it’s reality and not a dream.
