I don’t want another casual encounter with you. I want
up all night. I want missed calls. I want rainy days in bed. I
want breakfast for two. I want little space in the shower where I
take the spot behind you, where the water only tickles my
forehead and hands that rest on your chest. I want the
“what’s for dinner”. I want a right hand placed softly on
my left thigh, and us cruising down a long road, with no definite
destination. I want the most high. And I want it with
you.
