18 February 2010


You are not near me, and I miss you.
I miss the warmth of your body pressed against mine, the heat of you against me when it's cold. The heat transference moving from your heated body into my always-cold one, the twining of your legs around mine, your big feet against my little cold ones.
I miss the strength of your hands on my skin, and the way you laugh when I am finally warm and drowsily aroused beside you.
I miss the way you taste on my lips.

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