I touch your picture
And my fingers remember the rough stubble of your face.
I close my eyes
And I breathe deeply, and catch your scent on the breeze.
I lick my lips
And taste you again, salty and sweet on my tongue.
I wander into thought
And you are here with me, holding me tight against your chest.
And for a moment,
I am happy.
And my fingers remember the rough stubble of your face.
I close my eyes
And I breathe deeply, and catch your scent on the breeze.
I lick my lips
And taste you again, salty and sweet on my tongue.
I wander into thought
And you are here with me, holding me tight against your chest.
And for a moment,
I am happy.
princkly:
Sounds like you are missing someone.