Morning hits, and you're touching me. It makes me stir, come closer to you. I wait for a kiss to wake every part of me up that doesn’t come until the touching starts.
Body for body, it pulls me deeper. There’s heavy sighs, and deep regrets filling this lust, but let’s pretend its love, if only till the sun comes up. Marks of want etched in my skin, only remind me of what could have continued. Only remind me of how badly I want to be in your bed again, love you the way I can’t see back. Only remind me of how much I want this lust, this love, this heat, this passion, this despair, this hope, this pleasure, this pain.
It only reminds me how far I would have gone to be right back to you, in the only way I know how.