Unrequited Love

I see you. And gosh, I miss you.

I remember the last kiss, your lips, your hips, the smell of your breath, your skin, your touch. I miss the softness of your touch, your hips, you lips, your thighs...

You sound busy, distracted, far, unreachable. Wicked thoughts, of you, of us, of our time, our future, turning against me. He can never give what I can, teach what I know, show what I see.

I remember the last kiss, your lips, your hips, the smell of your breath, your skin, your touch. I miss the softness of your thighs, inside...