Sometimes I just want your arms around me.
Yes, sometimes your scent, your smile and your gorgeous good looks make me want to peel every inch of clothing from your body and cover you with my lips, but sometimes I just want the simple, sweet comfort of your arms. God I wish those melting in your arms moments did not have to end so quickly.
Wish wish wish. Want want want.
I live for the thought that you might one day drop by work and whisper in my ear a time and place.
Living with a naive hope is sometimes preferable to reality.