I fucking need you here.

I need to touch you, knowing that i can’t is torture. I need your skin against mine, and your smell, and your hair ticking my back and we lie together. I need to hear your ragged breath in between kissing me like you can’t get enough. I need the feeling of not being able to decide between kissing you as hard and as fast as I can to show you everything I’m feeling, and just wanting to look at you. God I want to look at you. All of you. I want to stare at you until you’re burned into my mind. I never look at you enough to get my fill.

You’re all I want right now.

Please be here when I open my eyes in 10 seconds…