I’m not entirely sure when it started, but by lunch time I desperately wanted to grab you by your shirt collar and kiss you by the stairs.
Please give me a few days to decode the smile you gave me. I don’t yet know what it meant, but my body won’t stop complaining about wanting to see more.
Maybe today I push you up against the bedroom wall and surprise you with a passion I mistakenly buried in my youth.
When you have a shower do you think of me? As that water runs down your body do you imagine it is my hands instead?
Run your hands through my wild hair and I’ll show you my wild heart.