confessions of a yearner
not beta read or grammatically correct. idc you can suck my dick i wrote this in a rush
youre so beautiful at times it makds me wonder what it would look like to have yu beneath me. above me, on me, in me. would my hand cup the frame of your jaw, graze over the fruit of your womb? id trace over your collarbones witb my tongue, use my fingers to rin over your aternum and ribs and try to gauge if i can feel the bones underneath like i can with me. id tuck your hair behind your ear, rolling the pad of my thumb over the hoop earrinfs you always wear. gold, even though the rest ofthe jewlery you wear is silver. i stopepd wearing jewlery sometime ago. when was that? why was that… i like the divet between your breasts. i wonder what its like to be able to touch you, really have you. the occasional brushing of our hands and entwined fingers and legs thrown over laps are really never enough. i need more rhan that. i need you. i want to know what its like to run my fingers ocer your scars. is the trxture slightly sifferent there, or just sewn into the rest of tbe skin as smooth and easy as breathing? you know youre gorgeous right? i love your face. you and yoir smart eyes, always seeing through me as if you have xray vision. tell me, how do you do it? you can tell easier thab anyone else when i am lying and i swear before tou i never was so obvious. how do you jnow? youre magic. your fucking magic. i want to kiss you. will our lips be chapped again like last time? can you kiss me on the hand, my forearm, cheek again? please? i miss you. i love you. let me learn what it is like to feel your tongue slip into my mouth. i want to memorize the feel of your teeth beneath mine. i want you to know whaf irs like to ruj your tongue over my snaggle toofh. i want to bite your lip and pull and kiss it after and i want to kiss at your eyelids the crown of your hair your everything because you are so dear to me.













