There’s this pressure on my chest
In my core
On my mind
You are running through it all
Day long
Like a song
I can’t get you out of my head
Or out of my bed
I’m on my meds
To release some of the pressure
That’s building
Never subsiding
The image of you
Scent of you
What can I do
To lessen the yearning
To be with you
Touching you
To hear your voice
To feel your choice
In stroking traces along my body
I am captivated by the scent
Of your perfume
The traces of you in bed
The evidence of being near you on my sweater
It’s not about just making love
It’s about that satifisying connect
That is otherwise insatiable
With any other
We don’t even have to go deep
Anymore into the reccesses of our minds
Just comfortable silence
The chance to hold your hand in mine
And just exist
To just be
You and me
So free
©AyalaRain