A Need Beyond Words

[Boyd]

I need you.

Not politely.
Not from a distance.

I want the kind of closeness
that makes self-control feel like a losing game.

I want you standing behind me,
close enough that I can feel your warmth,
close enough that one small movement
could erase every inch between us.

I want the way you look at me
when you know exactly what you're doing.

That slow glance.
That almost-smile.
That pause before you come closer.

I want your hand finding my waist,
holding me there just long enough
to make me wonder whether you're going to let go.

I want you close enough
that your breath becomes distracting,
your voice becomes dangerous,
and every innocent touch
starts feeling like a promise.

I want your lips against mine
slow,
deliberate,
teasing enough
to leave me wanting more.

I want to forget what I was about to say
because you're standing too close
and looking at me like that.

I want the tension between us
to become impossible to ignore.

The lingering eye contact.
The almost-touch.
Your fingers brushing mine
and neither of us pretending
it was accidental.

I want you to pull me closer
until there is nowhere left
for the tension to hide.

And afterward,
I want us forehead to forehead,
breathing softly,
smiling like we both know
exactly how close we came
to losing our composure.

I don't want something careless.

I want the dangerous kind of tenderness
where desire and affection
become impossible to separate.

I want to feel wanted.
Not accidentally.
Not temporarily.

Deliberately.

I want to be the thought
that distracts you during the day,
the memory that returns at night,
the person you find yourself wanting
a little closer every time.

Because I don't just want your attention.

I want your eyes on me
like you can't quite look away.

I want your arms around me
like letting go
is the last thing you want to do.

And I want that unbearable little space
between us to disappear
slowly,
deliberately,
until neither of us
wants it back

Every single line captures that delicious tension where time just slows down. Masterpiece! "

 

[Atharv]

You know what @winee ...I was under the impression I almost had a good productive day.
Back home, had good food, logged in and supposed to scroll down and sleep in peace.
And this post says Clearly NOT ....................... I bloody need a cold shower now.
Look what you have done now...I am neither volunteering nor running away.

From a stranger who is still trying to keep his composure and questioning every decision that led ME to this post,
Atharv.

 

[Anshhi]

I need you.

Not politely.
Not from a distance.

I want the kind of closeness
that makes self-control feel like a losing game.

I want you standing behind me,
close enough that I can feel your warmth,
close enough that one small movement
could erase every inch between us.

I want the way you look at me
when you know exactly what you're doing.

That slow glance.
That almost-smile.
That pause before you come closer.

I want your hand finding my waist,
holding me there just long enough
to make me wonder whether you're going to let go.

I want you close enough
that your breath becomes distracting,
your voice becomes dangerous,
and every innocent touch
starts feeling like a promise.

I want your lips against mine
slow,
deliberate,
teasing enough
to leave me wanting more.

I want to forget what I was about to say
because you're standing too close
and looking at me like that.

I want the tension between us
to become impossible to ignore.

The lingering eye contact.
The almost-touch.
Your fingers brushing mine
and neither of us pretending
it was accidental.

I want you to pull me closer
until there is nowhere left
for the tension to hide.

And afterward,
I want us forehead to forehead,
breathing softly,
smiling like we both know
exactly how close we came
to losing our composure.

I don't want something careless.

I want the dangerous kind of tenderness
where desire and affection
become impossible to separate.

I want to feel wanted.
Not accidentally.
Not temporarily.

Deliberately.

I want to be the thought
that distracts you during the day,
the memory that returns at night,
the person you find yourself wanting
a little closer every time.

Because I don't just want your attention.

I want your eyes on me
like you can't quite look away.

I want your arms around me
like letting go
is the last thing you want to do.

And I want that unbearable little space
between us to disappear
slowly,
deliberately,
until neither of us
wants it back

This blend of love and longing is truly exquisite—it feels as though every word carries a gentle touch...