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I wish I could be more than just my face or body.

Oddly enough, even though I wish this, it’s what I use to get what I actually crave.

I crave affection, admiration, and eyes that pierce so deep into my soul that I don’t have to utter a word in order for them to be heard.

I wish I was more than the body that I use to obtain what seems like true desire for what’s deep inside but what only matters to them is being deep inside.

I crave a love so strong that even the hulk himself couldn’t rip us from each other.

Us body to body, skin to skin, something more intimate than just another drunken night that led us together.

Late night conversations that bring us closer together than our bodies ever could.

I wish I could be more than the trophy that they flash so proudly but only so the others know that they have not won.

I wish I could be more than someone that is only wanted when it is convenient.

More than the 5am booty call but every time you call, I’ll pick up the phone because if that means I get to have your company then I won’t hesitate.

I wish I was more than my eyes that scream so seductively but cry for the ounce of hope that maybe one day they will actually see me.

I wish I could be more than just my face or my body.

I never will be.