In my arms. Softness. Tender slow kisses to her spine. Just to taste fruit off the vine. To know heavenly and warmth is what I cradle most. Her sounds of oh, Whimpers of my name. Fever red just crawling close like a spider. Heat in her heart. Fifty shades of Red. There's a ache with every touch. She's gravity as she pulls me close. A firm ferociousity that made intimacy bittersweet. Curves I was drunk for. Lovesick the most. And there's no cure. When you are in my arms. Warmth just angelic. You need me. You want me. I'm your only ideal of oxygen. Your sway like water. I drown just to comprehend you one on one. To know my emotions are loud when I see you. My heart melts at the sound of a whisper. Holding you becomes my only sanctuary. You're home when I thought I didn't belong. Rolling around. Like lavender and beauty and raspberries were the things I could only write maybe even dream about. Closed eyes. All I see is you. It's the only thing I miss now. Nights where the idea of sleep. Where midnight and a full moon are as lovesick as me. You made me a rogue alpha hungry just to adore you as his everything. Feenin for you with every thought. Knowing my subconscious worships you. Cuz sugar rush sweet you will never be obsolete.