Aching is the perfect word for the fix I desire, but it's too small. It doesn't hold the depth or girth. It doesn't carry the texture. I can't see the taste of aching but I know the taste of the thing I desire.
I get goosebumps when I think about it. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and I cant even feel your breath yet. My teeth chatter and I cant talk. You are just looking at me, that's all it takes.
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