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Scared of What I Crave
This love scares me, afraid of the possibility of loss. I fear that a loss of this magnitude would end me as I know it. Regardless of this fear, I just can’t stop. I crave you.
I crave your touch, reaching my soul soothing me and yet sending my blood rushing.
Your soft spoken words, the language of love and I fall for it each and every time.
Your embrace, the calm that I feel when you hold me and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
Your laughter, that musical melody of joy escaping from you that instantly brings a smile to my face.
Your smile, so beautiful and addicting that at times I try too hard to get you to smile.
Your company, being in the presence of such comfort and beauty leaves me in awe.
I crave those moments when we stare into each other’s eyes, so enchanting that I feel lost in them.
Those moments when we hold one another, holding so tightly that the worries of the world dissipate.
Those moments when we walk together, then you reach over and hold my hand.
Those moments when I am driving, and you place your hand upon my leg.
Those moments when you surprise me, out of nowhere you stop and kiss me.
Those moments when you stare at me, thinking that I can’t see you out of my peripheral.
I crave you, I crave us…… I crave it all.
