I want you in the most innocent of ways.
I want your hand in mine as we walk down the streets passing by window shops and not buying a damn thing.
I want you sat at your desk going through paper work while I sit on the sofa reading my favorite book for the 14th time. I want you to look at me while my eyes scan the torn pages and to think I want this for the rest of my life.
I want you in the kitchen attempting to help cook dinner but failing because the only thing you can focus on is how much food you can smother on my face.
I want you in a bubble bath with me sat between your legs. I want your hands soothingly drawing circles on my thighs and your lips leaving kisses behind my ears.
I want you on nights where it’s all too much and the only thing right is you and me.
I want you in the summer afternoons where the windows are open and a soft breeze that smells of the tulips in the garden is carried in. I want your favorite album to be playing and for us to be dancing along.
I want you in the car with you at the wheel and me in the passenger seat. I want your hand to be resting on my thigh while I listen to your out of tune singing.
I want you in bed with my head on your chest, your arm around my waist and our legs tangled. I want you touching me, not for sexual desire, but because it’s your touch that makes me feel safe, feel at home.
I want you in the most innocent of ways.