subject line: come home. September 03, 2015 by Hannah Brencher las vegas, nevada I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to touch your face. I want to stare into your eyes. I want to kiss your face, your lips. I want to feel your tongue against mine. I want your hands on my waist, my face, in my hair. I want for you to smile against my lips mid kiss. I want to hear you laugh. Not through a phone. I want to feel your warmth. I want to feel your breath on my skin. I want your lips on my neck, my shoulders. I want to hear your deep voice telling me you love me. Begging me for more. I want to lie with you, on the couch, the ground, the bed, the fucking asphalt for all I care. I want to rest my head against your chest and hear your heartbeat, feel your warmth surrounding me, here you chuckle, move with your every breath. I want to fall asleep with you. Holding you. I don’t want another lonely night. I want to be able to fall asleep content and wake up in the middle of the night for you still to be there. I want to wake up in the morning with you beside me. Drool dripping down your face, half of your hair standing up, your body curled in a ball. I want to touch your skin, and trace my fingers down your arms, your waist your tummy, your legs. I want to accidentally wake you up a bit and you throw your muscley arm around me and you pull me in tight unintentionally and then you continue sleeping. I want to smell your nasty breath, your body odor, your smelly feet. I want to taste the salt on your lips. I’m done being away from you. I’m ready for you.