I Want

I want to touch you.

The stubble of your jaw against my palm,
Feel the give of your bottom lip pressed to mine,
Follow the curve of your bones and muscles beneath your flesh.

I want your scent on me as I lick the salt from your skin.

I want to drown my senses in your existence.

I want to learn you.

The way your voice changes when you say my name.
When you beg my name.
When you cry my name.

I want to hear your voice break like a wave against the rocks.

I want to see what fear looks like in your eyes.