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.