“If You Only Knew…“I Loved You in Silence, But My Body Was Loud”

I’ve held this in for so long that it’s started to live inside my skin.

You—you move me in ways I’ve never dared to explain. Every glance you give, every time your voice wraps around my name, I feel something stir inside me—slow, deep, and undeniable.

You think we’re just friends. But I ache for you in a language friendship doesn’t speak. My body knows it. My breath gives it away. And when you’re near, the air thickens with all the things I can’t say.

I dream of you sometimes. Not in flashes, but in full scenes—your hands on me like you were made to touch me, your lips finding mine like they were never meant to be anywhere else. I imagine how you’d hold me, how your arms would claim me, how your warmth would make me forget every cold moment I’ve ever known.

And oh God…

My body longs to say yes—

Yes to how far your hands can go,

Yes to how far your lips can be locked with mine,

Yes to the slow unraveling of every inch of restraint I’ve used to keep these feelings buried.

You make me want to be undone—by you. To let my guard slip, my walls fall, and melt into the fire only you seem capable of igniting. There’s a heat between us, and if you haven’t felt it, you haven’t really been close enough.

I crave the tension in your touch. The pressure of your fingertips pressing into the small of my back. The look in your eyes when you realize this isn’t just desire—it’s devotion. I want to trace the edges of your soul with my mouth and breathe life into the parts of you no one else gets to see.

And if you ever truly looked at me—not as your friend, but as your woman—you’d see it. The way my eyes beg for you. The way my body leans closer, even when I try to stay still. The way I ache to be lost in you, breathless, tangled, claimed.

I want you to feel greater than desire. I want you to feel chosen, worshipped. I want your name whispered between moans and soft confessions, your body against mine like it belongs there—like you belong here.

So read this carefully. Let every word sink into you.

Because if you ever decide to cross that line, to really see me…

You’ll find I’ve been waiting with every pulse, every breath, every hidden yes…