My body aches
with quiet desperation,
waiting, restless,
for the relief of your hands,
your whispered heat
against the solitude of my skin.

In your absence,
every breath becomes longing,
every heartbeat a slow reminder
of how sweetly you break me,
how tenderly you restore me
with the gentle violence
of your touch.

This ache grows louder
in the hollow spaces of my chest,
in every empty place
where your lips
once left poetry
pressed softly
into my flesh.

Tonight,
my body calls your name
in silence,
aching deeply,
waiting only for the moment
your touch
returns home.