I'm here, just here alone, laying on this very bed wishing you were next to me.
Is it so crazy that I feel your warmth, your arms wrapped around me. I smell your scent, that ongoing cologne, so unbearable. Those eyes, oh wow, those big brown eyes, just looking down at me.
Is it sad to say that I already miss you like crazy? It's only been a few hours, but all i can hear are the ticking sounds of the clock and your whispers.
The pleasures that run through my very own soul, my body when you express yourself. My hands tremble, waiting, just waiting to feel your skin again. My lips waiting to be kissed. Mind spinning like a rollercoaster.
Am I obsessed? Going nuts? Crazy? Pathetic? Weird? No.
I lay my head on my pillow, turning to my left, a smile forced with my lips. I'm staring at, holding onto, kissing, what could have been you.