my sleepy eyes fog with visions of you
lasting impressions of your bodys indent
aching to be in those arms once again
every inch of you mapped against my back,
my legs,
down to my toes.
nothing can compare to the blanket of your soul.
its vanilla-like mist creeping through my nose
and tickling the inside of my own
for absence makes the heart grow fonder
and fonder does it grow indeed.
ive never before felt such a yearning
to be with another body late at night
interrupting sleep with stolen kisses and quiet laughter
as one anima warms the other
and one form warms the other.
like waves lapping against beach sand
i tangle my fingers in the forest of your hair
and you crush my lips with yours.
theres nothing more than i desire
than the comfort and warmth of your analgesic fire.