I want to feel your skin tremble beneath mine.
I want to taste your lips.
to feel your breath on my neck.
to feel your heart beat through your chest.
I want to know how you move when you’re in the deepest of sleep.
I want to wrap my fingers in yours.
I want to know the smell of your skin.
The comfort of your arms.
The sanctuary of your mind.
I want you.
Her Favorite Hug.
There’s that one type of hug that a girl loves. That tight hug where you put some strength into it, using your both arms, not just one. The one where a girl could bury her face in a guy’s chest, that makes her feel safe & secure, that makes her feel warm on the outside & inside, that makes her feel wanted, the one that lasts for awhile, and the one that would give her the impression that you care.
look at the way he holds her. look at his facial expression. it’s as if he feels like if he lets her go, it will be forever. his desperation to stay holding on to her is simply rare. he’s holding her with the intention of never letting go. he needs her. and this is what I find beautiful.
If somebody held me like this I think I’d melt into the gravel.