Rough

I miss the touch. That rough touch. You always gave me more than I needed, and yet, I always wanted more. I wanted more from us! I wanted more than our bed. I pant and relive every inch of that bed. Rolling over, we would meet eye-to-eye. You grab the back of my neck. Pull … Continue reading Rough

I’ll wait

Alone. Quiet. Still. patiently waiting... A dream so vivid. Hope fills my lungs, exhaling a desire to know you. still waiting... Refusing to settle like most of them. I would rather wait... ...for all I need and all that I do not possess. I see you. Feel you. Want you... Dreaming while I wait for … Continue reading I’ll wait