I Want To Pour Myself Out To You

I want nothing more than to trust you, to let you in.

I want to learn every piece of your body and brain, touch your every crease and bruise and birthmark.

Too long I’ve been afraid to fully open, to give myself to someone. I’ve been too timid, too tender with this heart of mine. I’ve kept it closed off with hundreds of silly excuses. But really I was just too scared to feel that deeply again.

But I don’t want a life like that—guarded, hesitant, sheltered.

I want to put down my walls, close my eyes, breathe in the scent of you, and taste the salt on your skin.

I want to open the lock that’s been around my heart and let it out—every ounce of love and emotion and desire I’ve been hiding.

I want my lips to brush yours, our eyes to connect, our hands to explore every cell of untouched skin, making each other come alive.

I want to pour myself out to you—my thoughts, my laughter, my nervousness, my insecurities, my hopes. I want to be honest with you, passionate and not careful.

I want to know you and for you to know me.

I want you, I want us.
I want a love that’s overflowing.