I want another
I want another to share my warmth with
I want another to share their warmth with me
I want another person to want to share their warmth, to warm me up
But here I sit, after daydreaming of sweet intense kisses, of skin on fire from wandering hands and tender lips.
I feel thrilled, not at the idea of all these sweet nothings, but from being alive and coming so far.
I feel thrilled to be me.
And if there's not another at my side, it doesn't make me any less, because I am not a half.
If there's not another at my side, it's because I'm not meant to have another at the moment.
And I have to trust the universe.
And I'm thrilled to do so.
