Jan 10, 2014
01/11/14 8:40AM
Cravings. My god, do I get these cravings.
Mornings like these, I'd love to just wake with yours arms around me, your breath on the back of my neck. I want you, baby. All of you. I want to feel your bare flesh moving with mine. Your hands caressing my chest, my thighs, grabbing at my waist. Your lips on my back. I would never have enough. Wanting more and more of your love. I can't imagine being with anyone else. It's your face I see, in the clearest form. I want you, baby. All of you.