rosewater.

I want you. I want you in the way oceans chase land, constantly outstretched and demanding to be held. I want you in the way sinners who fear hell seek salvation, may your flesh be the bread I consume, your rain be the purifying waters that cleanse my soul and may I bury myself in your temple when I long for the promise of heaven. I want you to surround me, like incense and rosewater, bathe me in your presence and fill my lungs with your love.

I want you, unashamedly, in every context. I desire for you to be my intimacy’s definition.