WITH YOU I'M HOME
I miss your lips today, because...
With you I taste. Oh, the longing I have to taste myself on your lips; I want to be in your mouth, so you swallow until the only flavor on your breath is me.
So...delicious...
With you I smell. Oh my god, the smell of you. Yes, please, all over my sheets, on my neck, in my hair, soak it in so deep that you become the scent of my sweat.
Yes, yes, yes...
With you I sweat. Oh, I love how you make me sweat; I want to feel each drop running down every curve of my back, tickling my spine, making its way towards that spot you love, you know the one.
Missing you makes me sad...
With you I cry. Oh, love, I cry for you, and us, and your need to start over, your fucking wanderlust itch I don't want you to scratch. Yes, I'm making this personal, even when you say it's not.
I'm wiping tears from these eyes...
With you I see. Oh, darlin', I see the the door you left through cracked open. There's a light shining in on my hope--not a promise, but a maybe, a some day, a when you miss me enough.
How long do I wait?
With you I wonder. Oh, lover, I wonder if you know what you left behind, if you'll ever know, if you'll walk all over this planet to return to an open heart, or a broken one.
Maybe you'll send me a message and say...
With you I'm home. Oh baby, how you tantalize me with pictures of tan skin, so warm, like you-- in the sunlight that wraps around your curves, adding the perfect glow to your complexion.
You go on to say...
With you I smile. Oh, how I love your smile, so bright, I have to squint just to take you in. I miss laughing with you. I want to come home and laugh with you.
Oh lover, I'll say...
With you I live. Oh my love, I live to love you. These curves and this smile you miss, were built for you to grab onto, to gaze your eyes onto.
And if you ask...
With you I forgive. Oh, dear, I'll always forgive you. For your questions, for your wanderings, for your uncertainty, for your fear.
With you I'm home. Come home.