Waiting is always the hardest part, waiting for anything. Waiting for the look, the touch, the kiss, the should we do this. Waiting for my heart to stop racing, butterflies to fly away, the nerves to say what I want to say. The waiting for what you want, because waiting is what they expect you to do, waiting to jump in with both feet because alls I want to do is hold you. Waiting out of fear, because I want to be the ocean that washes onto your shores, waiting because I am afraid that I want this more, more than you do, more than they want me to, more than is aloud in their limited view. So I sit here waiting, waiting for you.
Everything you see here except for my nekkid body is by the amazing creator Wolfy of Breno