I crave affection, like a lion craves meat from its prey. I crave the feeling of love and the entirety of its concept. I crave the touch of a hand being placed on my hips and circles being drawn on my stomach, and when I’m too self conscious and lacking self love, he’ll place the circles on my arms, my cheeks, my legs – he’ll form circles in the parts that I feel the most empty, the most flawed. I crave you, the very being of you, you as a whole, as a circle, as your lips on mine, my fingers tracing your lips and admiring your beauty.

I crave the very essence of you, i crave you so much; the reason being as to why I’m terrified to tell you. to love you and your heartless self.


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