I can’t stop thinking about you—
not because I want to,
but because your presence lingers,
woven into the spaces
where my thoughts should rest.

It’s the way you move,
the softness of your voice,
the way everything about you
pulls at me
like I’ve been tied to something
I can’t untangle.
Even when I close my eyes,
I still see you,
still feel the echo of your touch
that hasn’t even happened yet.

There are moments,
quiet ones,
when I catch myself wondering
how your skin would feel
under my fingertips,
how your breath would taste
against my lips.
And I know it’s more than just desire—
it’s this deep,
aching pull
that I can’t explain,
can’t even escape.

It’s not just the way you look,
or the things you say,
but how everything about you
settles in me
like something permanent,
and no matter how hard I try,
I can’t shake the feeling
that you’re already inside me—
woven into the very thought of you.