Bleep

I long for a cuddle buddy. 
For a solid chest and deep voice. For stubble on a jawline, 
For sleepy bleary eyes opening next to me on the pillow. 
I want to smell a spicy sent of cologne and cold air and cigarettes. 
His laugh rumbling low in his chest, his wild eyes meeting my gaze from across a room. 
Strength, sturdiness, a foundation to fold myself into and lay my weight upon when it is all too much. 
A confidant, an equal, who understands me when I don't even understand myself. 
Who can cook and tickle and recognize my moods and joys and sorrows. 
Who whispers Spanish phrases in my ear and has style that rivals my own. 
Folding our hands together, different skin colors, different features, different cultures. 
Merging into one, into me, I want to connect to this.