Crave

Why does it feel so good? Touch, that is. No matter how small, how insignificant, it seems to just sear straight through, and it makes me just feel more in myself, more of a woman, more beautiful and like someone worth loving. Hands in your hair, your hands on my waists, and our hips swinging. I love it. I absolutely love it and I can't seem to stop myself. I just wish I could say it. I could scream it, lay myself out for you because you've already cut me open to my desires. Hot damn, I must be crazy. I must be stupid or something, because I'm letting myself be exposed to you. I could be hurt so bad but I don't think you'd do that to me. At least, I'd hope. And maybe when we escape together I can tell you. When we get out of our heads and away from it all, I can tell how how much I want to feel your lips or just to hold your hand and call you mine. Because I'm already yours, whether you know this or not.