I have a craving…

I miss your strong hands,
the way they move over me
like they belong there,
learning every curve
until they no longer have to search.

I miss your breath against my neck,
the way a single kiss
can make my whole body shiver.

The way you lift my hands above my head
without a word,
your eyes meeting mine
as though you already know
exactly what I need.

I miss your touch.
Your mouth.
The quiet confidence
with which you pleasure me.

I miss the way
your kisses trail lower
to the place I want you most…

I miss the way
my body knows yours,
and yours knows mine.

Some cravings
aren’t for something new.

They’re for something
your body
still remembers…