You make the want louder.
It’s there, always.
But you hand it a megaphone.
A need rumbling to escape against your body.
I can’t control my breathing,
not when you’re around,
or even on my mind.
Just the thought of you is a ripple in the water.
Baby, you’re causing waves.
I want to add that I got a bit of inspiration to write this after reading “Transition” by EC. Her words are always a great jumping off point for something creative. A spark of the mind. Then mix in my own focus as of late and 55 words had to be trimmed down from much more.
Anyways, just wanted to say thanks for the inspiration =)