Heart

Hours

Added 2021-06-16 00:11:33 +0000 UTC

“I want your desperate kisses.

I want your needy hands that squeeze too hard until I yelp.

I want your teeth marks and your sweat on my skin, I’m your territory.

Leave your scent, mark me.

I’m yours, show me.

Pull me apart and put me back together.”

I beg her for things when I miss her. I write lusty poems in my journal. She’s at work all night and I can’t help but send pictures of all the parts that want her touch. I can’t help but purr all of the desperate desires humming through my body, this body that misses her attention to detail.

“You’re such a good girl,

My good girl.

I’m gonna work you over so good.

I’m gonna show you how much I’ve missed every inch of that body.

I love you so much my pretty bunny.”

She tells me how many hours it will be until she picks me up on Friday. We don’t count how many sleeps because she’s working while I’m sleeping and she’s sleeping while I’m working. Hours are a shared metric though, steady between our lives. In a few more weeks she’ll live around the corner and we won’t be long distance anymore. Until then...

“64 hours to go.”