Dear You,

When you have gone, I think about what we have done. My skin remembers the passion in your kiss, the impression of your teeth and the flick of your tongue. The memory of your touch haunts me. The wanting comes in waves, huge and torrential. The onslaught is stifling.

You are the first person that has ever done this to me; the first person to twist my stomach into knots, to make me feel like I can’t exist without you. Your touch makes my knees go weak. My body aches for you. What I wouldn’t give to be next to you tonight. I want to fall asleep with your skin pressed into mine. I want to feel your heart beating and your breath on my neck. I want you to hold me in your strong arms, where I know I am safe; where nothing can touch me.

So much love,

Me