Listening to: this woman's work
Maxwell.
I want.
I want love in its most cliched form
I want tenderness, and that look in your eyes; as wind whips around and a lock of hair is gently brushed.
a parting of lips.
a warmth that takes my breath.
a softness that inflames.
I want aching.
an intenseness.
a passion that loses us in it's midst.
I want satiety.
a fullness that comes with laughter at the end of the day
a contentedness that comes as we wake in morning light
and comfort that allows us to just be.
I want an understanding.
That you're mine
and i'm yours.
Not because we have to,
or because there isn't anyone else;
But because you recognise in me love
and i in you my life.
I want.
