I want.
I need.
I need that closeness like the intimacy of the sweet summer sun raining down on my cool dry skin.
I want that affection that your pour into me from miles away, yet it does not have the affect as one of your candy-coated heavenly sins.
I stumble, bumble, tumble and waver yet my ship stays straight.
Wanting. Needing you.
I just can't wait.
