Four words, and you had me.
Maybe it was the look in your eye, worried that I kept shying away.
Maybe it was the desire in your voice, the way your voice cracked at “you”.
Maybe it was the nervous chuckle that sealed those words.
Maybe it doesn’t matter why, because you had me right then.
My heart skipped a few beats, and butterflies exploded in my belly.
I knew right then that I should have run. I should have gotten out of this when I had the chance, before I got attached… but its too late…
I love the look you give me when I laugh,
I love your hands against mine,
I love the way you moan,
I love it when you bite at my fingers,
I love exhausted snuggling,
I love the sweat in your hair.
It’s too late.
So I’m sitting here,
waiting for you to text me back,
your taste still on my tongue,
your smell lingering on my clothes.
This isn’t right… but it feels wonderful.
I can’t wait to see you again, to feel you again.