I want to feel small to you, so that I have to look up to see your face, and that when you want to hug me properly you almost have to stoop. I want you to have to tilt my face up to you for a kiss, while you bend your head down to reach my lips.
I want you to have large, strong hands. I don't care if they're rough to the touch, because I know that when I feel them dance across my skin, they will turn silken and smooth.
When I'm tired, or scared, I want to bury my face in your chest and feel your arms envelope me. I want to feel safe there, as if you would never let anything hurt me.
I want you to kiss me like my breath is the only thing keeping you alive. Like you need me to breathe; like I'm your lifeline.
I want you to get lost in my eyes, with an intensity that makes me want to look away, but not be able to. Like if you look harder, you can find everything you ever wanted in the windows to my soul.
I want you to play with me, tease me, wrestle me, tickle me. I want to put up a fight, but have you pin me down, so that I know you're in control, and to finally succumb to you.
I want you to pick my brain, make me laugh, make me think, make me work. Devour me, so that you know me inside and out.
I want you to feast upon my flesh and my mind alike, but have it never quite be enough.
Be insatiable. Like I am for you.