I can't stop thinking about you

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to see you. To breathe in the scent of your cologne. To lock your bright eyes onto mine. To feel the spark of sexual tension that always existed between us.

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to touch you. To sit just a little too close so that our arms are touching. To rest a hand on your thigh or squeeze your hand with mine. To keep glancing between your eyes and mouth because the only thing I can think about is getting even closer.

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to press my lips against yours. To feel your fingers trail from my wrists to my shoulders and back down again. To have my chest pressed up against yours with our legs entangled in your sheets.

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to spend the night together. To unpeel the shirt from your torso, to slide the jeans from your skin. To skim my mouth down your body. To fall asleep with your arms encircling me.

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have you all to myself for a night. To explore every piece of you. To know that you wanted me as badly as I have always wanted you.

I can’t stop thinking about how attractive you are. About how delicious every inch of your skin would taste beneath my lips. About how sexy you would sound whispering into my ear.

You have gravitated from the back of my mind to the center. I have reached the point where I can no longer pretend that you mean nothing to me.