Crave

there are moments, alone, at night, when something like a warm glove takes hold of my heart, just for a second, grips, then let’s go.. and sometime during that moment of heat all the fragmented thoughts of you combine and i see clearly how strongly i need you, it’s the clearest and most beautiful moment I’ve ever experienced.

simple, natural, easy.

im sitting here, in your clothing, the scent of you makes my heart race and my knees weak.

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