Kiss me, that’s what you said.
You always say that every time we are alone.
You say that the very moment I step into your home.
Those two words echoes through my brain and then my body vibrates.
You hug me, I try not to hug you back.
It takes all my will not to return it to you, I badly want to.
To feel my body close to yours.
To be yours.
Be only yours.
Something about the way you say it, commanding yet hushed.
A beckoning call, that I must indeed, kiss you.
Something that sounds authoritative yet I cannot help but concede.
I fold, I follow.
Hence, I no longer lean back when you lean in.
I just wait until your lips lands mine and despite this feeling, this ecstasy…
so heavily euphoric, like the smoke filling my lungs when I consume my cigarettes.
I want you.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this in a long while.
I want you to want me the same way I do.
And you do, you do want me.
Only in the way you want to.