I hunger, but not for food
I hunger for your lips on mine
Both pair chapped and slightly wet
Chaste kisses, but kisses nonetheless
I hunger for your hands running ever so gently through my hair
Occasionally getting caught in a tangle
Which sends a small rush of pain up the back of my neck
I hunger for those chocolate colored eyes gazing into mine
I hunger for your touch, no matter how small
The brush of our knees
Your fingertips making circles on my shoulders
Or the back of my neck
I hunger for our fingers intertwined
Holding hands is easier to do than kissing
Because we are not like others
It doesn't matter because we still do it
And we will continue to do it
