I miss him.
Intrusively without the nuisance of onlookers and judgment. I miss you.
The taunting of your name embedded behind these brown eyes, every flash is a memory of us.
I need to hear your voice, feel the strength of your masculinity at the nape of my collarbone.
I miss us.. i miss you
Foolishness, in the middle of my bed in indian style, wondering is the thought driven by your stream of consciousness...
Without you
