Tu me manque...

Your absence is keenly felt by my untouched, throbbing skin.
Lack of pleasure, intense abandon, lack of joyous sin.
Every inch of me unbruised, no scratches down my back,
no aching muscles, no pulsating heat… I’m about to fucking crack

into infinitesimal unsatisfied pieces, utterly subdued, completely dull.
An abandoned rose without her thorns, depraved thoughts scraping in my skull.
Cold is my soul, empty eyes shedding untold agony in the rain…
Would I ever feel your dark nails of faith push into my veins again?

You are missing from me my Love, I‘m drowning in wanton concupiscence!
Unable to reach out and touch you, I have no release, no convalescence.
Slowly dying from withdrawal, sick and weak from this vampiric addiction.
I crave your touch, your breath, your groans, our sweat-laced, wild friction.

Only you can heal what ails me, there is no other cure.
Only you can inflict the sweet destruction of this abstinence unpure.
I am your nymphetamine, you are my sick obsession.
I need to bare my soul to you, make flesh on flesh confession.

I crave the feel of you inside me, your pulse beating inside my grasping womb.
I need you to take hold of me and free me from this tomb.
I need to taste my wetness on your burning lips.
I need you to push into me as you grasp my swaying hips.

I have to scream your name in rapture and beg for omnipotent release.
Colliding in tumultuous abandon is where both our restless souls find peace.
On the brink of ecstasy, our common grounds gleefully entwine,
A place where I am forever yours and you are eternally mine…

So here I will remain waiting Darling, dying slowly day by day.
To see you, feel you, taste you, breathe you and bleed this loneliness away…