Between the waves.

You know, baby… sometimes I go on these little lustful rampages…

(…but, I mean… pretty sure somebody expressed they were hungry…)

And I dunno why I feel such an intense need to remind you, but…

Baby… what I feel for you… it's not just want.

Oh. I want you. God, you have no idea. You think you do, but you really, really don't… It comes in waves — sudden, crashing, undeniable.

Constant.

But that's not what holds me here.

That's not what fills the ache to feel your warmth and presence, again and again and again.

That's not what keeps me circling your orbit, desperately trying to come in closer and closer.

It's love, baby. Deep. Grounded. True.

Sometimes I am drowning in the lust, but the love?

That's what teaches me how to breathe underwater.

(but also, babe… you think you're hungry? Oh… you ain't seen nothin' yet… ahem)

Yours.