I don’t like not calling you mine, even if it’s not forever. At least I have this kitten here.
I crave intimacy right about now. The kind with comfortable clothes, and soft sheets. With warm arms wrapped around me, and your body pressing against mine. Fingers placed on my hip, or the sensation of fingertips running across my exposed skin, sending chills down my spine, but reminding me that I’m safe all the while. Gentle kisses that slowly grow, until we feel as though we both might burst from the taste of warmth and sunset passing between our lips. I crave you, in simplicity.