she doesn't craving for his kiss she doesn't yearning for his hug she doesn't longing for his touch she doesn't desiring for his caress she doesn't aching for his stroking
literally
she doesn't longing for his miss she doesn't desiring for his care she doesn't craving for his honesty she doesn't yearning for his sincerity she doesn't aching for his "its killing me seeing you with anyone else but me" beauty*