I Wanted Him

Mesmerized. That is what it is called when you just drink in the sight of someone you desire.
Her gaze wandered over his form as he walked. Shivers washed over her as she watched his hand drag through his hair as he walked,
Teeth bit gently into her lower lip as the desire pooled deep in her belly and she felt hot all over.
Oh she had fantasies, always dancing withing her mind.
The feel of his lips against hers. How he would taste
The texture of his skin sliding over hers.
The depth of his own need mirroring her own making his blue eyes darken with desire.

I wanted him in the bluntest way.
I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms.
I wanted him in the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back.
I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read.
I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him.

The desire rages within.
The need to run forth like those waves to touch the shore of him and run away is strong.
Dreams filled with his touch, his kiss, his love.

Dare she ever reveal such a thing?
No.
She had fear that held her back for she knew that this was more than likely one sided.
It pained her to think this.

And so she writes.
Wishes.
Dreams.