| When will I see you next?
How long until I get to hold you? Must I really wait for the moon to cross the sky? Must I really wait for it to move, bit by bit, until it reaches the other side? I don't want to wait, I don't want to count the hours until the moon has crossed the sky. I want to see you now. I want to have you now. I want you now. My arms miss being around you, my chest misses being next to yours, my lips miss being pressed against... your cheeks, your lips, your thighs, your breasts. I miss you. I miss being with you. When will I see you next? |