I woke up at 3:37
Craving you.
Your voice,
Your touch,
Your warmth:
You.
Anything and everything.
And though I’d never felt your touch,
Or heard you say what I so desperately wanted to hear,
I knew that I needed you
And your perfection was ideal.
I knew that I’d love to feel your breath on my skin
And have your lips make love to every part of my body;
So deeply and slowly
That you reached the very core of my soul.
Your fingers would leave trails of longing and desire as they climbed the curve of my back
Making their way across the most ordinary parts of me,
Leaving me breathless and blinded.
Or hearing you whisper my name,
The letters smoothly flowing out from between your lips
Which I so desperately need.
On mine,
On me.
I long for you.