I want to see evidence of you so instead I'm writing here. I want to see your face. I want to touch you. I miss your skin. I miss your stubble. I miss your eyes. I miss everything, and I bet you know it. I have said before, "I want you all the time" and it was as true as a statement like that can be. I miss having ready access to your image. The compulsion to look at pictures of you just tells me that I need to stay away from facebook even longer.
I need to break this addiction, right?
This is my methadone. A poor substitute for your mouth. None of the high but at least I get the emotion out. I think about the last time I went to your place. The day I heard from my ex. I came in and stood in the kitchen and you began kissing my neck. I got warm all over. I tingled.
You wanted me.
But like I said, I want you all the time.
No amount of silence can stop that.
No amount of words can sate my hunger for you.