I want her more than I've ever desired anything before. I want to feel her warmth against mine, I want to look into her eyes and know her thoughts. I want to feel her hand brush up upon my own, and her skin turn rosy as we shyly move closer to each other. I want to feel her lips upon mine, and feel her love for me as we get to know each other. I want to know her life, her pains, her triumphs, her desires. I want to be one of those desires, and triumphs, and never be one of those pains. I want to feel her body against mine as we sleep, comforted by each others presence, and I want to feel her breath so gently against my back. I want to know her looks, her laugh, her smiles, and her cries from when we must be apart.
I want comfort, and desire, and no drama attached, I want her to know that no matter the petty desires I have for other menial pursuits, she's all that matters when I come home. Years later, I want to know that our lives are now one, we're now connected forever. I want to see her face on a child, and I want this child to be ours and to be happy, to know it is loved, and I want to learn this child's laughs and smiles and never its cries.
I want to grow old together, wrinkled and ugly, comforting each other through aches and pains, and illness that comes with the decay of time. I want to look into her eyes and remember all the times we had, of the warmth of her body, of her desires she made reality, and the triumphs we had together. I want to see our grandchildren, all different, but all a little part of her, the love we shared within each of these children that surround us, laughing and playing without a worry in the world. And I want to lay together, comforting each other, whispering the tales of our lives into each others ears, knowing we always loved each other... Until the warmth of her body and her breath no longer graces my back. And then I want to die, I want to be with her, even if with her is nowhere, forever.
I want to love this woman forever, and I've never even seen her face, or spoken a word, or imagined her eyes. She is a figment, a figment of reality, one that I want more than all the riches in the world.