Ive never had the honor of running my fingers through your hair.
Or held your hands within my own.
Or felt your lips against mine.
But theres is nothing i want more
Nothing i crave more.
Than for your breath down my neck.
Your words being pressed into my skin.
Your arms around me.
The weight of you on me.
One day that honor will be mine.
And mine only.
And this unholy distance will someday be breached.
How about the girls with an s/o who is cuddly, says i love you, ect in their sleep?