Give me intimacy. Not necissarily skin on skin but something that makes what we have unique. One of those glances over the top of your book. Smile at me with one corner of your mouth. Melt me with those eyes.
Give me a word. Soft and sweet. Filled with tenderness and devotion. Sing me your favourite song. Speak my name as if it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. Laugh true and bestow on me a small piece of your happiness.
Give me a touch. Let your fingers write poetry on my skin like pen to paper. Let our lips do what they should. Hold my hand like you're afraid to let go. Pull me into your warm embrace as if it'll be out last.
Give me everything. Give me anything. Anything of you. Anything from you to hold on to.
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