Her Lips

I miss kissing you.

But not just kissing you. The way you kiss. The build up. The tension. The way your sparkling eyes grow darker when I lick my lips in anticipation, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I grow needy. The way you start slow, gently, to draw me in deeper. Soft kisses that tease and make me tremble for more. The way you give me just a little taste, before devouring me completely.

Not In My Cards

I was never destined for a great love story

But meeting someone who is capable of loving as deeply as you do,
Someone who lets their entire heart consume them
In every sense of the word

…It gives me a sliver of hope
That maybe, one day, I could be capable of
experiencing such a deep love like yours.