Perhaps my pores will close up in the hopes of keeping a part of you with me always. I can’t believe you have to go for a while. I’m certain my body will long for you and that my fingers will never be enough. I need you. Especially on the rainy and snowy nights. These trains that run by the apartment will remind me of our drowned unified moans and the pounding headboard. And my heart will ache because phone sex won’t cut it. Your hands have to be here to trace my curves. Your breath has to tingle my ears. And your lips must romance the pulsing veins in my neck. I need to feel you when I part my legs because you’ve surpassed these fantasies and nothing is ever going to satisfy me.