my monarch of lust

i've been sitting here for a moment,
and i miss you already

the smell of your skin
the roughness of your voice
the touch of your breath
the warmth of your sheet
the touch of your eyes
the twist of your kisses
the curve of your touch
the pace of your hand
the run of your hair
the blow of your body
the ...

ah ...

need i say more?

i miss you too much,
my beautiful monarch of lust.