I Crave It. I Want It. I Need It.I daydream about hands that swiftly learn their way around my body, caressing every inch and putting an end to my craving.
I wish for a soft touch, fingers interlocked in mine, playful fingers that run through my hair and trace all the lines in my face, careful hands that delineate every curve of my body while making me feel wanted.
I don't even mean it in a sexual way, I just want to feel intimacy in a touch. I want to remember how it is to feel loved without any words or the promise of climax, only by the language of touch, feel the "love" on each touch.... each caress speaking louder than any voice.
I wanna be held for hours in row, our bodies pressed together, sensing eachothers smell.... no words, no movement.
I wanna feel arms wrapped around me like a safety harness protecting me from loneliness.
I just want someone to hold tight when in the night the cold rises, not just some body in my bed, but a familiar warmth to scare away the cold.
How long I've been craving for a kiss..... a passionate kiss, or even a simple plain kiss..... just other lips pressed against mine and maybe that tingly sensation in my stomach and a nervous laugh afterwards.
I wanna be close, intimitate, near, loved, cherished, caressed, kissed, hugged, held, cuddled, touched......