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.
Run your hands through my wild hair and I’ll show you my wild heart.