THIRST

I miss you. My thirst for your voice, your touch, your smile, your caress of you remains unquenched.

Every fiber of my body shakes when reminded of your body and our love making dance.

Oh arrogant and capricious gaze that rises the thermometer of desire.

Should I pray for a miracle? Pray that the pain of the separation eases; no stops.

I miss you more than words can describe. I am empty without you.

the love letter collection
submitted 10:00 PM EST
Tuesday, March 6, 2012