(Image courtesy of Dove in the Dungeon‘s favourite mailman.)
Wrap your arms all the way around me, and clasp your hands on your arms, so that we’re bound together until you choose to release us.
Kiss me. Hard, warm, passionately. The way that you did that very first time we met, that very first second, where you got into my car and just landed one on my lips, causing me to lose all semblance of cognitive awareness, and only be able to focus on your lips, and your hand in my hair.
Draw me into you as only you know how. Meld with me. Pour yourself into me. Let me feel that fabulous body entwined with mine. Let me reconnect with you — heart, mind, body and soul.
Complete me. Be my missing jigsaw piece, my sandwich short of a picnic, my tuna can short of a supermarket display. The remaining fragment of my greater, shattered whole.
Dive into me, and bury yourself within me.
It’s been a long, long time, and I’ve missed you.