certifiedloverbutch

i want something frighteningly intentional.

i want you to choose me with both hands..look at me like you’ve already decided i belong to you and all that’s left is teaching my body how to admit it.

i want devotion that slips into obsession. sharpened intentionally..slow, deliberate..inevitable.

the kind that starts with easy things, memorizing my coffee order and ends with you knowing every quiet noise i make when i’m overwhelmed, every tender point of mine that could make me unravel and pliant in your hands if you wanted to.

and god, i want you to.

possessive without apology. ownership as intimacy..desire with teeth.

give me your attention..constant and all consuming and i’ll return it tenfold. 

yearning that feels almost devotional. like kneeling, an offering. i want you to map every inch of me with your fingertips until there is nowhere that hasn’t been touched by them..nowhere left secret.

not because i can’t exist on my own, in my mind.