I can't stand this, I can't, I can't. This half-life, not being able to touch you, smell you, hear your sighs echoing through me. Your taste, that sweet sexy taste that carries everything I've ever dreamt of and still never imagined, that taste of home carefully hidden. Waiting for me.
Oh God, where are you now? Will I ever find you again? Do you want me to? Or am I that too real fantasy best forgotten? I still feel you all over me, loving me, challenging me…mastering me. I can almost feel you still pressing into me, so sweet and sound, holding me down. Loving me back to you. Only you're that bone deep. Jesus I need you.
I have no context without you here, without the gift of touching you. With my eyes, my hands, my thoughts. Can you feel me across the day into the dark? Butterfly sharp dreams I can't guard against, losing ground in the heartbreak of your eyes with my every breath. I'm spinning away. Where are you? Please baby. Please.