I long for the way he looks at me and tells me he loves me.
I long for that text message on my phone that says he’s thinking of all the” naughty” things we can do when he gets home. I’d spend the rest of the day daydreaming about that night.
I long to feel his fingers tangled in my hair.
I long for the way his hands run over my skin as we misbehave.
I long for a few simple words that can cause me to shudder deep inside.
I long to look into his eyes and see that same desire looking back at me.