evermore

I love you.
I found myself thinking about you all the time.
constantly obsessed over what could be.
yet I fall all over again when we're alone and it's just you and me.
i think of you marrying me, me holding you as you cook dinner the occasional kiss to your neck as kids run through the house.
I dream things about you, things only I can do.
yet these dreams these fantasies they haunt my every move.
a kiss.
a gut wrenching hug.
making love and only the quiet between us.
there's only love when I think of you.
yet my heart has this constant ache.
this seductive sensual wail.
aching coming and going I'm yours and there's no doubt in my mind.
you're my kryptonite.
my Achilles heel.
even though I can't touch you right now the love is there.
I know it's real.
every night I sleep wanting the touch of you like a ghost destined to haunt.
as if it isn't madly obvious that I need warmth in my life.
I need softness.
your softness.
but such beauty I wish was a whisper away.
it's obvious you're destined in every single way to be mine.
yet I fantasize.
like a drug.
like a little child.
believe in fairytales just if they last for a little while.
there's a dream.
and I wished to never wake.
yet I always open my eyes.
blinded by the sun.
and never by your kiss.
never to feel the escape of your promiscuous touch.
yet I dream anyway.
wandering deep.
just to see you again.
time after time.
falling victim to the innocence that is you.
yet I die every time I open my eyes.
it's the sweet agony of wanting you.
but I feel anyway.
the love.
the lust.
it's all this constant ache.
yet words they don't exist when I'm talking to you.
yet every emotion I feel is so trivial so sexy so sweet toxicity but I don't care I only want you.
yet everything I feel is eternal.
blissfulness evermore.
©darkmocha