I sit next to him wondering what he's thinking.
Staring into his captivating eyes.
I watch his lips as he speaks to me and imagine kissing them.
I want to explore him.
I want to venture into his head and feel what he feels.
I want to see what he sees.
I want to know what he knows.
I want to love him like no other ever has before me.
I want our bodies to move as one.
I want to feel his skin pressed against mine.
I dream of running my fingers gently down his body.
I need his love.
I crave his touch.
The passion between us is hot and immense.
I want him to feel how I love him.
I want to feel him love me.
But in reality all I want to know is what he's thinking.
