I am hungry I am starved I am craving Love Soft and gentle A song on the radio Your fingers in my hair Your hand tracing the curve of my neck A quiet breath along my collarbone A smile A quiet morning Spent with You I am hungry I am starved I am longing for…

Some stories never get written Some words will never pass your lips They are the stories that haunt you Starting as a whisper, or a prayer Growing in your head Dropping roots down Nestling in to the curves of your heart Hope, possibility, promise Warming your bones, fluttering in your soul But almost too quickly…