I wake up with a ringing sense of clarity
And I know it’s the being of you
I know it’s the sound of your voice and the entrancing way that you roll your r’s when you say my name
I know it’s the way I hear your smile when we talk –
the way I can perfectly picture the dimples in your cheeks, how I would like to dip my fingers, trace them –
I know it’s the way I caress my pillow and close my eyes to imagine the stubble on your cheek
The way your eyes drift across my body, trapped by my femininity, absorbed in my curves
I know it’s the satisfaction I feel when your eyes spark with jealousy
and the way your body matches every one of your loud thoughts
I know it’s the way you want me.
The way you miss me.
The brazen, unabashed way you show it.
And the way I just can’t get enough.