What makes me long for you?
Is it the way you say my name, when you think I’m not listening?
The way you reach out for me, when you are not trying to.
Is it the way you lick your lips, before you lean down to kiss me?
The way your eyes lock onto mine,
when you notice me from across the room.
Is it the way your body fits against mine, when we embrace?
Or the way your fingers dance along my spine, when your need for me is overpowering.
I think it’s way you love me,
when I think I don’t deserve it.
I know that it’s just you, my love.
And it always will be.
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