I hunger, but not for food

I hunger for your lips on mine

Both pair chapped and slightly wet

Chaste kisses, but kisses nonetheless

I hunger for your hands running ever so gently through my hair

Occasionally getting caught in a tangle

Which sends a small rush of pain up the back of my neck

I hunger for those chocolate colored eyes gazing into mine

I hunger for your touch, no matter how small

The brush of our knees

Your fingertips making circles on my shoulders

Or the back of my neck

I hunger for our fingers intertwined

Holding hands is easier to do than kissing

Because we are not like others

It doesn't matter because we still do it

And we will continue to do it