Vanilla Story; I want you.

“It was until our eyes met and we held each other’s gaze for a while.
Your lips against mine, softly.
My head drowning in your wide shoulder.
Those fingers storking my cheek and chin, slowly.

Since then,
I start to want a lot of things.
I want our bones to melt together.
I want to sniff your smell, the most intoxicating smell I ever known.
I want to keep tasting your mouth; like hunger kept too long and desire kept in shadows given light for the first time.
I want to feel the dawn sky with the color of your eyes.
I want to hug you tight until we fall asleep.
I want to give my shoulder as your best place to escape when things get rough.
I want you to hold my hand with your thumb on my knuckles.
I want to fall asleep to the sound of your tender voice.

I want you to devour me.
Make me a part of you.
Let me live in you.

I feel the end is getting near.
Would time be so kind to slow?
I want you, so bad.”

xx,

fancy vanilla.