quiet nights like this you should be here with me. filling the air with your brand of hysteria. my hands restless in the knowledge that we’re finally together again eyes thirsty to take in every breathtaking inch of your countenance.
you should be making my breath catch with every heart wrenching second lost in the eye contact that we can barely stand burning me with every smoldering smirk you send my way
instead we’ll sit in our respective residences. bodies instinctively facing each other across all these miles. and when we meet again, after our requisite hellos and how-are-yous our polite smiles and pleasantries will belie the shared memory of the way you felt in my arms, laughter shaking your body in silent mirth as you listened to my nervous heartbeat that night.