“My love, kiss me like we would die without it.
Because I just might.”
The pressure is building again. Can you feel it? How it thickens the air and you can feel it sticking to your skin like a hot, humid summer day. It’s the wanting. Of you. It’s radiating from me like a fever I can’t burn away. Because I can’t. Only you could douse the flames building in these veins of mine. Only you could satiate the hunger I feel for you.
So, my love, I’ll ask you this: if you can feel me, and how much I need you, right in this moment, why are you not touching me? Why are you not kissing me like we would die without it? Because I just might.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
I just might.
Sarah, your first two lines are a masterpiece in and of themselves!! Same with your ending!! You spoke such an awesome truth. If you are in love why aren’t you kissing me!!! Bellissimo,Sarah, Bellissimo!!
xoxoxo
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Ooooooh, I love this!
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