The lust

A short dedication to my love

The lust to embrace her.
The lust to kiss her.
The lust to kiss her and to make her mine.
The lust to want her and to take her
the way she deserved to be taken.
A lingering feeling that never shows in broad daylight
and then suddenly arises at night and eats you alive.
A still word is enough to make you berserk and to want her.
And it doesn't even have to be of sexual nature.
The feeling to want to be with her.
The feeling that it is more than enough to be with her.
To share a room,
breathe the same air,
to feel what she feels.
All of it is more than enough.
Not having this is what eats you alive.
Not feeling her presence,
not seeing her eyes,
not seeing the stars in her eyes,
not feeling her body,
not enjoying her warmth,
not feeling her breath,
not tasting her breath,
not smelling her,
to not being able to appreciate her smell.
The missing appreciation for her being with my body.
The lust.