I read once that the ancient Egyptians had 50 words for sand and the Eskimos had 100 word for snow. I wish I had 1000 words for love but all that comes to mind is the way you move against my skin when you sleep
I crave you in the most innocent form. I crave to say goodnight and give you forehead kisses. and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less.