I have a desperate craving for all of you—every last inch of you. I want your words sweet like honeysuckle, and your voice calming me when I feel restless; I want your mind and all of the thoughts buried within the crevices of your brain; I want your hands resting on my waist and your fingers caressing the sides of my face and your lips searing my skin. I want your breath mingling with mine; I want all that your beautiful imagination can possibly think up; I want your eyes on me, unrelenting and reluctant to blink. I want more of you than my poor little soul can handle.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
