I miss the idea of missing you, while I crave the comfort of talking with you as I can't stomach being separated from you even thought I can manage the yearning but I just surrender when it comes to the longing of your tender lips, the warmth of your bosom, the softness of your touch, the gratitude of satisfying you.
My roof, my ceiling no! No!! No!!! You must pay for damages, my excitement just shot up the roof.
©leprmy
L