I have carried these feelings like a weight in my chest, a pressure that grows heavier every time I look at you and realize how deeply you live inside me.
It amazes me that a heart can go on beating under the ache of needing someone this much. I love you with a depth that devours reason. I love you desperately, violently, tenderly, endlessly. I want you in ways I know would steal your breath I want to taste every inch of your body with a hunger I can barely contain. I want to press my mouth to your skin until you are hot and trembling, until the sound of your moans becomes the rhythm that drives me wild. I want to see you lose control under my hands, feel your fingers claw at me as I push you deeper into that place where nothing exists but pleasure. I crave the taste of your lips, your neck, your thighs I want to feast on you until you are shaking and begging and lost in the storm we make. I want to bury my face between your legs and hear you cry out my name, again and again, until you collapse in my arms, undone. I want to be inside you, slowly at first, savoring every inch, then with raw, relentless need, claiming you completely while your body wraps around mine and we burn together. I want your scent on my skin, your breath in my mouth, your hands all over me. I want you panting beneath me, whispering that you’re mine, that you’ll never want anyone else again. And even after all that, even after hours of loving you until your body is trembling and your voice is hoarse from screaming my name, I would still want more. A lifetime of nights like that, with you under me, around me, holding me, would never be enough. But my love is more than lust it is in every word you’ve ever spoken, every thought you’ve shared. I want to explore you like a sacred land, to memorize every corner of your heart, to become fluent in your soul. If loving you meant losing myself entirely, I would do it without question. I would become a citizen of you, live inside your embrace, and never look back. Time means nothing when it comes to this. Ask me how long I’ll love you and I will tell you that minutes blur into hours and years become dust because the way I love you cannot be measured. It will outlast every sunrise, every calendar, every bell that tolls the end of a moment. I love you in a way that will echo long after our bodies fade because this, what we have, is eternal.......
