Craving Her

 

Im craving something and I know exactly what
Im craving her touch the feel of skin on skin.

Im craving the love we feel when our nerves are stretched out wire thin.

Im craving the heart I feel when she is herself and shes wanting it to be felt.

Im craving her breath in my ear when the only thing I want to do is fall into her and melt.

Im craving her whisper when I need to feel her gentlest nudge to set me back up right.

Im craving me to spoon with her when she just wants to lay in bed and wake at window cracking morning light.

Im craving us hand in hand walking on the beach, we find a spot somewhere private but exposed and make love in the misty evening breeze.

Im craving us as children running through fields and climbing mountain trees.

Im craving the closeness we share that was disrupted in a fury of words and recklessness.

Im craving her blue when she wants to be orange and her purple when she wants to be a yellowness.

Im craving her a compliment when she is the one who needs lifted cause she does not think shes perfect.

Im craving a walk in the rain hand in hand to sing and giggle and feel and just be the imperfectly perfect beings we are. Im craving something and I know exactly what I want...

I Want Her.

Oct 26, 2010