missing You so much the ache comes close to breaking me…
vanilla rushes in to steal those empty moments
and it’s YOU at LAST…
Your hug could bend steel
but I fold into You, yielding, and smile into Your neck.
I needed that so badly.
Your scent, Your touch, to touch Your face, taste your mouth–so many sensations I’m dizzy with them.
Sex and pain are great companions.
Mostly? I just need You.
The rest will come in time. But time without You?
I needed that–needed You–and now?
I am once more, whole.