A long awaited fantasy. Neither light nor dark, just real, just a desire of my soul. 

To be kissed, really kissed in a crowd of people. To have my face smashed by his giant palms, and my body without an inch of air able to pass through. To be marked and spoken for in a way that makes every other woman watching jealous, envious, and every man the same. To have my ass grabbed and hiked up by his hands, to feel small in a world that sees me as too big. To have my heart kissed through the desire of his mouth, and every pain healed magically. To feel as though the respect and adoration he feels for me can transcend words and vibrate into my soul. 

To know that that kiss will lead to more, to not care one bit if everyone is staring, if everyone remains watching. To have it all disappear from periphery, and remain kissing. Not for any other reason than he had to. That watching me dropped this desire to kiss me into his gut so hard, that hunger over took his normal actions. 

To feel as if the whole world has been stopped, that the heat of my blush is visible, that the weakening of my knees is the reason I’m backed against a tree, or a wall, or any object directly behind me. To feel as though I’m without question the only girl in his eyes, loved, and adored. To feel special. Not just wanted or needed, but emphatically loved. 

I fantasize about a kiss to end all kisses, to lock heavens gates, to make hell embarrassed in its heat.