Lovebug

Increasingly I desire
Your warmth against my back
The cool of your palm in mine
The fill in where I lack
Steadily more I see
Just what you do to me
I reach for you, my dear,
With something akin to need –

There are things I haven’t longed for ‘til now:
Your nose buried in my hair,
Gentle kisses above my eyes,
Your breath against my cheek,
And how do I surmise –

With a smile you lick my nose,
And it’s just so close to mine,
You’re silly, I suppose,
But it’s something I don’t mind.

I chase that laugh of yours –
When I’m near, I feel its warmth –
I trip without grace,
And land in a daze,
But you’re here, and I want more.