dreaming of your face,
as i sit here;
tired of being away from you.
longing to feel you tugging my hair-
carressing my lips-
stroking my arms.
i love feeling the tingly sensation,
you fill me up with,
as the sensations pull me under;
drowning me in utterly happy bliss-
tuning out the world around me.
its so easy to get wrapped up,
inside our own personal bubble,
as we stare into each others eyes;
as we speak of the love we hol;
as we ache to restrain ourselves in public.
i hate being away from you-
even for a moment.
when i daydream,
i often find myself in your arms;
whispering sweet words and promises.
but until i see you next,
i'll just sit here-
thinking f you.