The lady of my dreams?
I used to say, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her.

well, now I’ve found her and started dreaming.

you have no idea.
or maybe you do.
in the way my gaze lingers a little to long.

there’s this pull, that makes my thoughts drift to moments we’ve never had, but i swear i can almost feel them.

And yet, even in those reckless daydreams, there is that respect, that invisible line i’d never cross without you letting me. But if you did?

Well.. i think you know exactly how far i’d go.

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i dream our feets brushing against each other under the blankets in the early morning
i dream saying your name against your shoulder, while i explore each and every part of your body
i dream slipping my fingers under your shirt to thinking how lucky to be the one touching your skin

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i look at you, and want to kiss you,
more than anything i want to start with a kiss,
a kiss to tell me that you trust me
a kiss slowly moving on to other parts of your body,
with your hands guiding the way

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i want to kiss you but not gently,
bruise your skin with my lips
leave marks where I’ve kissed
so when you leave, you’ll still feel it

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i really wanna hug you
not just for a few seconds,
i want to hold you, squeeze my arms around you and pull you closer than humanely possible.
i want my face buried in your chest,
i want to know your scent like you know mine
i just want to hug you for a really long long time