the things i desire, the things i cannot touch... they gnaw at me, relentless. the urge to hold you close. i want to feel your skin against mine, warm and alive, to trace every line that makes you real. to let my fingers explore the quiet places of your being.

i crave the sound of your breath, the rhythm of your heartbeat so near that it might drown out the noise within me. i long to pull you close, to keep you pressed against me, as if by doing so, i might claim a part of you myself.

you haunt me, even in the silence. i want to know every inch of you, to feel your pulse beneath my hands. to hold you as if it were the only way to find peace. but i hold back, for there are things that i cannot take, no matter how deeply they call to me.