The middle of the night

I wanna look at him.

I wanna look in his eyes.

I want him to see me.

I want him to notice me.

I wanna touch his hand.

I wanna touch his hair.

I wanna touch his soft skin.

I wanna touch his puffy veins.

I want him to hold me softly.

I wanna know how his soft lips feel.

I wanna know how his soft lips feel on mine.

I wanna know if his raspy hands will make little scratches on my skin.

I wanna know how he smells.

I wanna feel his sweat.

I wanna know everything about him.

I wanna love him for the rest of my life.