I think...

 The anticipation that is racing through my loins is only countered by the desire to hold you so tightly.

 I feel like I will finally be at home.

  I fear when next we meet I won't let you leave.

 I will want to take your hearts place and be on your sleeve.

 What magic do you weave that its only words that got me in a twist a teenage love affair fit?

 

I want to run and go into hermit mode. Claim its self care when I’m fully aware I don’t want to be magnetized by the charisma you embody. Yet everytime I try to turn I realize nothing matters cuz I want you. No one's words or opinions matter. I just want to make you whimper for making me wait so long because I know in your arms I belong. 

I feel like I have known you before.  I have seen you in my dreams but in real life I was so mean to you.