Ache Isn’t a Strong Enough Word

I ache for you,
your dark eyes
and hot mouth
tracing my skin
like a map to ectasy.

I miss your dark hair
and the way you grasp my face
when you kiss me.

I miss you
like men starved
for sun
or food
or shelter.

I ache for
your fingers in my hair,
your voice slowly caressing my name
as you gasp in my ear,

and I don’t know if I’ll be able
to wait much longer,
if I’ll be able to stop myself
from touching you,
from kissing you,
from feeling all of you
against all of me.

I don’t know if
I can stop myself
from falling
even though I know
every moment is a cliff
and every word is a leap.

~Patience

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