i often think about the day my boyfriend and i will meet. we'll have months or a year's worth of ache and longing for each other's skin and laugh and hair and it'll all come to a culmination. the grand gestures of love, the small acts of intimacy— i think about them in detail at night,
i imagine what his shoulders will feel like when he envelope me in his embrace, if he'll be gentle and rest his arms on my lower back because i'm delicate and need him soft or if he'd wrap his arms all the way around my waist and squeeze as hard as he could because i'm here and alive and real and he needs me hard.
i think about holding his face in my hands and his cheeks in between my fingers and the stubble underneath my thumb, staring at his full lips like they'll be my first meal since may of 2020, and how his eyes get smaller the harder he smiles and i wanna see him smile with his teeth.
and to imagine him in my room, a full moon and a full bed, just feeling his sculpted arms squeeze me silly, and his calloused hands run up my sides, i'll feel his breath in my ear as he whispers just how lovely we are together, and i'll lay my head on his bare chest and feel his heart sing and he'll run his fingers through my hair and down to my mouth and promise his love is mine.
my skin aches for his touch— a hand tracing up my arm and brushing hair behind my ear, our knees bumping and thighs pressing together when we sit next to each other, his cheek against my stomach and lips near my navel as he rests, his chin perched on my shoulder as he hugs me from behind,
he's my sun.
// not really a poem but i was so
in the mood to write about the
ever-burning yearning in my
heart i have for my bf uwu enjoy
