It's tugging gently at my fabric... a hazy collage of all the ways you touched me.
The thought of your mouth...
It's warm against my neck and punishes me sweetly when I think of the distance between us.
It pulses.
It aches now.
I want you pressed against me like before... I want to taste your tongue and move in and out of your portal.
Heady cocktail, you are.
Passion under the surface of your dark and perfect skin.
I'm thinking of the time we kissed under the cloud covered moon.
December nights feel like May mornings.
Seeing you in my mind's eye will do until the next moment that our fingers touch again..
Dreaming of you after every exhale.
Are you somewhere dreaming of me?
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