I toss and turn all night.
Trying to find a comfortable place.
Trying to find a position that feels safe.
But the only place that I feel safe happens to be in your arms.
I search for body after body trying to find yours.
I lengthen one night stands into more,
Just to be held a little more.
Because I don't crave sex.
I crave affection.
I crave the kisses on my forehead.
And your hand on my thigh while driving.
I crave holding hands.
And kissing you all over your face.
I crave staring at you.
Like you're a star from outer space.
I crave existence.
And you are what makes me feel alive.
I crave your body,
That will ever be molded to mine.
