Senses

I woke this morning and you weren't there, unfortunately that's normal but always heart-breaking. I'm craving your touch. I just want my arms around you, to let my hands wander over your skin. I need to feel your lips on me anywhere, to bury my face in your chest and neck and smother myself in the smell of your skin. My skin needs to know how much you missed me too-- to be lit up like sparks are shooting across it from your fingers. I need a reason to blush from my face down to my chest. I don't want to take another breath that doesn't smell of you. I need to feel our fingers curled in each other's hair and the heat of your breath on my face.