My heart is about to fly out of my chest with longing.
It flutters as a caged bird would - trying to escape this cage of limbs and hollow sighs and rocket to your side.
Like rain you sleep - the pattern of your dreams as soothing of a rhythm as water on a pane, or running delicately down ones skin.
I find my heart beating like yours - this drowsiness pulling me under where I mingle freely with your aura, claiming finally what was surviving so far away. The taste of pleasure is pinned to my mouth as curves brush the walls and make Picasso shapes in the darkness.
Comforting I find this all to be, too
Only two more nights away from you.