i'm the night and he's L.A.

if i'm your star, will you be my city? i'll trace the path up your chest, mapping the way to the hollows of your collar bone. take in every detail of your ink and every freckle on your back. perfection was never coveted, i wanted to memorise the rise and fall of your breath as you slept - to bask in those moments and wish you were conscious enough to love me for doing so. i wanted imperfections; beauty spots and bruises and bite marks. i wanted the raw musk of your skin, the sweet smell of you. i wanted the glow of you when you loved me and the sparkle in your eye that i ignited. i wanted fire and natural, animal passion. i needed that in you. i needed you wrapped in my sheets, arm flung over me - keeping me right there next to you where i was born to be. i needed to wake up before you and steal those precious moments when you couldn't stop me from staring. i needed early mornings and late nights and disjointed time all to myself. i needed those clichéd moments of sunrises and stargazing and flowers, to share those secret actions with you and only you. i needed our hands to match, a plaster cast of adoration to bind us together. i needed you to mould yourself to curl around me, yin and yang in one continuous circle. i needed that with you.