craving
05/21/2008 01:28 a.m.
the way i miss
the smell of your skin
is subtle, but poignant
and it dances through
my silent subconscious
i let out a sigh

i am not yet wringing my hands,
just twirling my hair
eagerly,
biting my lip
impatiently

there are no words
to describe
the way it feels to have your hands
on my back, or your soft mouth
on the tender skin of my neck
so i wont bother with description
i'll just say
i'm craving it