It's...
It's in my head. It's imagination and memory. It's her. It's me. It's a feeling I can't wait to feel again. It's skin against mine and arms around me. It's a subtle kiss that becomes more intense. It's being. It's knowing. It's breathing in a moment, the only moment that matters. Right then. Right there. When nothing exists except the space between us. It's living. It's desire. It's a minute that may transcend the moment. Or not. It's a whispered thank you she'll never hear. It's now. Not later. It's softness and warmth, comfort and contentment. It's being neither lost, nor found. It's fingers laced and legs intertwined. It's a scent, a dream, a memory. It's this. Not that. It's a sweet ache and a tender smile. It's my eyes closed and my eyes open. It's a crowded room and the silence in my soul. It's what it is and not what it's not. It's here, now. In my head. And in the beating of my heart.
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