Starvation

Altough I didn't want it to be this way it's not very easy to us being together. We fight, we're not allowed to go out, you're travelling, I'm busy... But then, when we finally get it, we become the almost perfect lovers, perfection is not reachable, filled of chills, lips, tongues, hands, legs, sheets, brests and whispers consfusing themselves, going higher and higher, so many times. I miss you like hell, you and everything you are, everything you bring me. I can feed a bit from your smell lingered im my clothes, with your voice in a short call or even your pictures but don't take to long, ok? Your sweetness, your skin... soon I'll starve.