#290525

I stay parked here longer than I should. Always facing her direction, because when her silhouette moves across the window, something primal awakens inside me. A flash of bare shoulder when she pulls her hair aside. The curve of her neck. It undoes me completely.

I stay… In the shadows. In the silence. Watching. Wanting. Wondering if she feels it too. In the quietest hours, I think of the look in her eyes when I finally get to gaze deeply into them. How she’d taste against my mouth. How her pulse would flutter under my tongue. How her scent would settle on my skin, haunting me like the memory of her mouth. The sound she’d make when I finally claim what I’ve been craving. How soft her skin would feel beneath hands that have done harder things.