Oh, I Love
oh, how i love
the things you do
the way you talk
the way you move
the words you say
and the tone you say in
only add
to my love for you.
Crave
what is it that i crave more and more each day each moment is it the electricity that spreads through every single cell of my body is it the chill that runs from his fingers along my skin is it the warmth that the looming gaze brings to my cheeks and then flushes across my skin what is this craving i can't get enough this unshakable desire for him only one option remains it encompasses all else brings clarity to this want for him love as pure as the sheep in a pack of wolves disguised love as pure as the summer rain after a long period of drought it's his love i crave it most more each day and more each moment i desire his love for now until forever or, at least, until i reach my grave.
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