I can still feel your breath and hands around my neck, and your lips on my spine and legs, and my lips on your mouth and chest and eyelids, and your voice reverberating in my ears, and your hands encircling me. I love laying down next to you more than I ever thought I would. Nights in a too-small bed, mornings in the shower, looking out at the rain and stormy skies, and looking into your eyes, so similar and yet so different than mine. I love how you feel around and inside of me, and I swear you are more addictive than anything I have ever tasted before. Your smell and the touch of your skin and the way your hair feels against my temple. I hate and adore you for always pulling me back in.