Truth be told, I miss his touch, I miss his love, I miss his arms, his warmth, his embrace, his presence. I miss being able to close my eyes, lose my body and just drift off, in his arms. Softness became such a comforter to me, either comforting my stress, my pain, my anger, or just being a covering to me, concealing emotions of love and passion and desire. I long for this. I long for him. I struggle to keep my mind in a well state, so that I can identify fradulence in emotion, but I long to lose myself in this world that is transparent to all, but my eyes, my being, my spirit, my heart. I long for this. I long for him. Connecting to each other, in our own special way, uniquely created for us, maintained by us. Dynamics known to only us, dynamics explored only by us. I Long for this. I miss him.
Maybe I am in love.
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