I’m suffering from a hunger
That no food will cure
It’s the worst kind of need
The hardest to endure
I crave your mouth on mine
Skin pressed to skin
I’ve started counting the days
Until I see you again
It seems I do more counting
Than I ever do seeing
But they keep saying success
Is all about believing
Yet I still miss your nose
Rubbing lightly against mine
But when asked how it is
I answer with “just fine”
But I need your hand on mine
Your chest against my back
I hate always feeling
As if you’re what I lack
Technology is great
But it cannot transfer a kiss
And darling I must say
That’s what I truly miss
Eyelashes lightly bumping
Your breath across my face
These are gestures my love
That can never be replaced
So count as I may
And wish as I might
I’ll keep waiting through the days
And the lonely nights.
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