Your scent
Your bony shoulder
The dip in your spine as fingers trace
Every inch of you locked in my memory
But not in my mind
In my body
In my fingers, my cheek, my thighs
I reach for you
Feeling only the phantom of your flesh
Desperate longing
I am not parted from you
Only from the experience of you in this earthly realm of hedonistic pleasures
Intoxicated by the sensation of you.
How I long to be drunk on your nectar once again.
One day my soul will be free from this body that separates you and me
And I’ll lose myself in you once again.
