“Just.. want you” I mumble between my peppering kisses against your lips, a loving assault against them. I can’t help it. These kisses, though, aren’t out of neediness. Not in the way we usually kiss, when we’ve had a bit too much to drink and our hearts start beating faster, in sync, our breaths getting laboured. No, these are a sign that I want you to hold me, hug me, and cuddle me. It’s like I having some type of disease, and you’re the only remedy that could ever fix it.

You’ve always told me how you like the soft side of me. Those moments when I kiss your forehead before we go out, compliment your outfit, massage your back as we sit in the couch after a long day, or when I kiss your inner thigh while cleaning you up after we’ve had a pleasured time.

It’s like a magnetic power is pulling me to you. I feel so clingy all the time, but especially after I’ve had a long, exhausting day at the studio. Like today.

I woke up at 7 am and almost considered calling in sick. I didn’t want to leave you and your adorable sleeping form. The soft, sleepy sounds leaving your mouth was adorable.

At the studio, we barely made any progress. I couldn’t come up with any new lyrics, nor was I satisfied with my recordings. I just wanted to go home to you.

The minute I came back to our home, I didn’t even bother taking off my jacket. I just immediately walked into the living room, where you were sitting. Gosh, all anxiety and panic of the day completely vanished when I saw you.

I settled down next to you and just pressed my lips against yours, not really bothering putting any effort into moving them.

I let my hands lazily rest on your hips, clinging onto the fabric of my hoodie that you love to wear. You’re so beautiful.

“Please never leave me” I whisper against your lips, a shaky breath leaving my mouth.