Here I Am

Waiting, wanting. Breathing in the

Memory of your scent, flushes with the 

Memory of your warmth, of the way your lips left

A trail of fire in their wake, and after 

The memory of the weight of your arms around me, pressed close enough

That not even light can come between, 

And I miss you. 

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