longing

i wish i could be in your bed tonight. 
i wish i could curl my hand, 
my body, 
my world,
against you tonight.
i wish i could press my lips to yours,
softly,
slowly, 
adoringly.
i wish we could pull up a show on your laptop, 
lay in your bed under the covers,
with our legs intertwined.
i wish i could stifle my laughter against your neck, 
your shoulder,
your chest,
wherever i could reach.

i wish you could come pick me up.
is it too late for you to come get me?
i want to go get a milkshake,
ride down 40 with the windows down,
into the city.
i want you to reach over the console and take my hand in yours,
bring it to your lips and kiss my knuckles so reverently
that my insides catch fire
so the only thing i can do to cool them off
is take a sip from the cup.

sweetest,
i wish nothing more than your company.
i wish for you tonight.
you're a text away, 
but i need you, here, close, tonight.

perhaps i'm in too deep,
perhaps i couldn't care less.

this is the way love's supposed to feel.