I want ...
I want to look over and see you smile.
I want to walk over and touch your cheek with the curve of my finger.
I want to smile down at you as you reflexively, comfortably lean against my hand.
I want to be able to kneel down in front of you and kiss you.
I want to taste you, to touch you, to have my tongue tease yours ... and be teased in return.
I want to pull you up to your feet and smile as our eyes meet.
I want to wrap my arms around you and squeeze you, hug you, prove to myself that you're really here with me.
I want to move with you to the wall and move you against it, so you can't get away.
I want to keep kissing you, feeling your soft lips kiss back as I slide my hands down your back.
I want to squeeze your ass and pull you against me.
I want to show you just how excited I am to be near you; I want to let you feel how excited I am.
I want to smile as I see the coherency in your look fade and the need, the desire ... the pure hunger sets in.
I want to feel your hands move over and around my body.
I want to slide my hands around and up your body, cupping your breasts before I slide my hands back against the wall.
I want to lose control and kiss you all over -- your lips, your chin, your neck ... everywhere I can find bare skin.
I want to do more.
I want to grind against you.