Right now I don’t need anything more than the weight of your arms across my waist and your skin as warm as your breath,
than the dance of our fingers, tangling with each other’s, mine comb through your hair, tracing gingerly down your neck, spine, the sides of your stomach, watching your skin goose bump;
yours so delicate for their rough skin, effortless across the curve of my hips—like sand caught in gentle salty breezes.
I don’t need anything more than to feel my back arch at your touch, those same arms pulling me closer as if to embed my body in yours— as if I could leave at any moment. I won’t.
I will weave my legs with yours and kiss your chest, your jaw, find your lips with mine and lose myself there—
your kisses as heavy as your questions, your words as laced with intimacy as your gentle tongue. I don’t need promises of forever, but oh is it sweet to listen to your naked honesty.
I only need your raw truths in these moments— to ride the confessions, the fears, the immediacy of every emotion— when everything is this potent there is no room to wonder why, only know that we are meant for a forever’s worth of nows like this.