F*ck it. Let’s get brutally honest.

Let me tell you what I want. Period.

I want a man who looks at me like he could burn a hole right through my heart with his desire for me.

I want chemistry that is palpable not just to each other, not just to the room, but that could register on the Richter Scale.

I want someone whose night is not complete, who’s eyes refuse to close, without telling me goodnight and that they love me.

I want to be sought after even though I can be found easily by your side.

I want to be fought for even when I have no intention of going anywhere.

I want you to think that I am the reason you were put here and that the very ease of your breath comes when I am near.

I want to silence all the doubts in your mind.

I want you to look at me like I am the only woman in a room full of supermodels.

I want you to crave my fingertips on your skin.

I want you to get lost in my words and unlock my mind.

I want to be Shakespeare’s next story.

I want to be Van Gogh’s next painting.

I want to be the lyrics of your song.

I am the stuff of stars and you are the stuff of stars and together we are the next great constellation.

I do not want a mediocre love.

I want it all….the butterflies, the chemistry…

I want to drown in love.

Speaking of poetic love:

Relephant bonus!

Relephant Read:

I Wish You Would Come Over.

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Author: Christie Page

Editor: Renee Jahnke

Image:  Loke Inkid-Pixoto