Where did it originate?
The urge to see him…
The urge to be with him.
His voice calls to me.
I feel desolate when I don’t see him,
His words echo in my mind.
The feel of his hands caress my being,
Feel my essence flow,
My private parts weep, throb, ache
The urge is strong,
Stronger than anything before it.
Mouth opens to shout out the love held urgently within.