I watch him as he reaches for me and the muscles in my body tighten...
Waiting for his hand to touch my skin, the anticipation is almost unbareable...
The weight of his body on mine, comforts my aching muscles..
Aching from the longing to feel him inside me and not having him there for so long...
I feel the tightness around my lungs relieved from his kiss, I can finally take a breath...
Feeling as though I had been unable to breathe from lifes stress, until I was safely in his arms...
My dependancy on him is like a drug but, I am not looking for rehabilitation.
This addiction is a beautiful vice with the side effects being total devotion and love for him...
