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I don't know how to half fall, I don't wander in with toes poised just above the surface, or one foot cautiously flirting outside the door...I only know instinct and passion. I know romance and infatuation.
If I want you, I want all of you. I crave learning you and all your intricacies much like the musician who longs with anxious impatience how to learn an instrument that fills them with an infinite amount of inspiration and fulfillment.
I ache for a sensory overload. I want to know your touch with perfect recall, like a painter touches a brush to a canvas with familiarity that turns to passion.
I want to fill my nights with your quirks and mannerisms. To know your soul the way I know my own. When I finally accept that I desire you, I want to pull the waves from the water and create a peaceful tranquility meant for only you. I want to tear down mountains to give you the sunrise hidden behind each snow kissed peak.
I want you to know intimacy in a way that devours your fears and gifts you reckless abandon and possibility.
I want to wrap myself around you like the roots from the trees faithfully entangle themselves to the earth to provide stability and consistency.
I don't know how to just do surface level. I don't understand mediocre feelings and shallow encounters. If I fall in love with you I need you to understand the gravity of those feelings.
I want you to know that I can't ever be some flaky affair that intermittently floats into your world with no purpose.
I want you with the weight of a hundred years of love songs and a thousand sleepless nights just to trace the smile on your lips after we share a kiss...because I do know who I am and I don't want to spend my life with my eyes open and heart shut. I burn for that connection...and my whole world ignites with one whisper from you.
If I want you, I want all of you. I crave learning you and all your intricacies much like the musician who longs with anxious impatience how to learn an instrument that fills them with an infinite amount of inspiration and fulfillment.
I ache for a sensory overload. I want to know your touch with perfect recall, like a painter touches a brush to a canvas with familiarity that turns to passion.
I want to fill my nights with your quirks and mannerisms. To know your soul the way I know my own. When I finally accept that I desire you, I want to pull the waves from the water and create a peaceful tranquility meant for only you. I want to tear down mountains to give you the sunrise hidden behind each snow kissed peak.
I want you to know intimacy in a way that devours your fears and gifts you reckless abandon and possibility.
I want to wrap myself around you like the roots from the trees faithfully entangle themselves to the earth to provide stability and consistency.
I don't know how to just do surface level. I don't understand mediocre feelings and shallow encounters. If I fall in love with you I need you to understand the gravity of those feelings.
I want you to know that I can't ever be some flaky affair that intermittently floats into your world with no purpose.
I want you with the weight of a hundred years of love songs and a thousand sleepless nights just to trace the smile on your lips after we share a kiss...because I do know who I am and I don't want to spend my life with my eyes open and heart shut. I burn for that connection...and my whole world ignites with one whisper from you.