Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself.

Give me something to hold on to. Give me something worth remembering. Give me something that I can hold close to me while you are gone. Give me more than just the memories of our kisses and laugher. Our late nights and even later mornings. Give me the smell of your coffee mouth against mine. Give me more than just the reminder of your touch. And the feeling of your skin against mine. Give me more than the gentle but constant reminder of your lips on mine and your hands traveling everywhere on my body. Give me your scent after a shower and your cold body after a hot shower. Give me the feel of coming home to you. Give me the reminder of your presence and the certainty of your return. Give me the soothing feeling of your strong arms when they wrap around me, always redefining  home to me.  Give me your whispers telling me that its gonna be alright.

 

Give me more.

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