The whole time I'm in your presence,
We are making love.
Every smile — a kiss.
Every laugh is like you're kissing my neck.

Every day you love someone,
You find out what it's like,
To love someone for so long.

I must be in love because I'm writing,
I'm playing, I'm painting,
I'm doing everything I can to expel these feelings.
It feels too good.

I want your hands on me at all times.
I know it's better in moderation, but I swear to god, I ache without you inside me.

Everything I learn about you cracks me deeper.
I am overwhelmed by what that could mean.
I'm picturing how hard this wave could crash.
I can't even comprehend it.