My confession

I want you to love me as much as possible.
To think of me by day;
dream of me by night:
To long for a kiss from my lips,
fantasize about my scent,
the curve of my body,
the feel of my skin.
To desire a wisp of my hair across your chest,
my fingers carefully folded in yours.
Our arms wrapped around each other
holding tightly to stay together
while winds swirl around us.
To look into my eyes and see inside my heart.
To laugh and argue without anger.
To compare our shapes and tease each other.
To be amazed by one another.
To hear my voice as I tell you what made me happy
as I whisper I love you with clarity.
As we breathe together, knowing without saying.
Clasping each other in silence when tears are falling.
Making love when the only sound is our breath,
heavy with longing.
Tracing your fingers along my face.
Closing your eyes so you can just experience being close to me.
Walking together, smiling.
Feeling whole.
Sharing a personal paradise.
Dancing to our own music.
Wrestling to be close.
Flying together.
Running your fingers through my hair.
Taking care of me when I'm sick.
Being my best friend when I feel lonely.
I want you to love me
like I love you.

(I struggled with posting this poem because it's so personal.  I don't think it's a very good one, from a writing perspective, but it's smack in the middle of my first real love.  He gave me the notebook that it's written in, and it's the first poem I wrote for him.  Most of the recent poems are from the same book, which is why they're so similar.)