You never kissed me. Never touched me. But the way you looked at me, especially at my chest, wasn’t lust alone. It felt like longing, like quiet hunger wrapped in awe. Did you ever imagine holding me close? Feeling the softness of my body pressed into yours? Your hand gently tracing my curves, not to claim me but to finally feel what you’ve only dreamed of? Did you want to kiss me there, slowly, reverently, as if each part of me deserved worship, not rush? Because I imagined you too. Your lips brushing my collarbone, your breath warm as you whispered something only meant for me. Your fingers sliding down my skin not to explore but to memorize. I imagined us not just touching, but melting into one another, bodies speaking the words our mouths never could. Was it just my heart dreaming out loud? Or did yours ache too, in silence, for something so simple, yet so impossibly beautiful? I don’t need answers wrapped in logic. Just one honest truth: Did you ever want to love me, not just with your eyes, but with every part of you?
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 24, 2025