And I miss him
And I want him here
Want more than his touch
More than his words
And I wish he were closer
Closer
Come over
And over
And over again
Holding my heart in his eyes
And the tangles of my hair
Against the bronze of his skin
The swell of his lips
Wrapped around his long fingers
Brushing across his palms
Arms around my waist
Breath tracing the lines of my ribcage
Fingertips barely touhing
The arch of my feet
The small of my back
Reaching for all the sensitive spots on my neck
This is everything to me.
