nuka

I smell the smoke on someone else and think of you

I close my eyes and dream

Your finger tips so sweet from addiction

I lick them softly, tasting as it mixes with the oils of your skin

I want to feel them sliding up my arms, across my lips, and down my chest

I run my hand down your back, feeling the sweat trickle under my finger prints

Clenching as you enter

A release like none other

Sounds that fall on silent ears braced by the woods around us

I miss you when youre not around

I think to myself as I open my eyes and sigh

Waiting for you once more

Alone with my secret thoughts of you