I keep having this urge to tell you one hundred forty three. Although, I'm not sure. Well no, I know I'm sure. The feelings support it. The butterflies are always at play when my eyes meet yours,and your touch puts me at peace while keeping me aroused. I continue to soak up the words we spill in conversation.
I long to taste your lips and learn your kiss, and when we're together I always get close to letting my hands slip and fall to your waist, pulling you close and whispering, hello gorgeous. I'd even settle for a kiss on the cheek as we pull away from a long hug. But I know one day I'd purposely brush my cheek too far back and let my lips fall on yours, hoping that as my lips touch yours, you'll share in that longing and understand the satisfaction it brings. I just hope when our lips meet you'll feel what I do, and with your eyes closes see what I see in you.
I just hope that as I purposely miss your cheek and kiss your lips that you'll trust me enough to let go and let me fulfill your longing desires, and allow me to take you a few places that your imagination hadn't reached yet.
I just hope that as I purposely miss your cheek and kiss your lips that you know this isn't me chasing a lustful desire.
I just hope that as I purposely miss your cheek and kiss your lips that you really understand that I... one four three.
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