The anticipation builds s l o w l y minute by minute hour by hour day by day till you return feeling lost stare at these walls wander senselessly from room to room unconsciously searching for the man that isn't there hear your voice but turn to find emptiness just the wind I guess feel your fingers on my skin but no fingers to be seen still tasting the kiss that lingers on my lips like a half finished painting I lay ,as you you scampered off into the night the call of duty strong not to worry you will be back this just feels strange without you. Counting the days hours minutes till you return To paint me by numbers kiss by kiss wrapping myself in you until again duty calls and you must heed her demanding voice.....
Reason for writing:
Depends on how you read it....I know what I meant...Do you?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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