I miss you.

9:20pm eastern standard time and I miss you. 

And by miss, I mean to be enthralled in your inner peace in our quiet moments.

To be captivated by your sensory colloquiums of what you find a deep passion in,
missing your well thought out injectors followed by light hearted textures I can gently giggle about throughout my day.

I miss the way your hands are crossed behind the small of my back as you suck the supple part of my collarbone.

I miss how we can privately slip into a world of passion that we can creatively add to each time we see each other.

I understand how one can become attached. These reasons alone make me curious how only better this can get.

::I truly miss you.

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