I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
I like it when
my fingers are entwined with yours
and my head is on your chest.
As I listen to your heartbeat,
I can’t help but feel lucky you exist
and that you’re mine.
It makes my mind go quiet
and feel like I’m safe.