Your breath no longer touches me. In your eyes I no longer want to lose my self, far deeper than any ocean. To lie beneath the soft folds of fabric, knowing I only need to move my lips to caress your skin, so smooth and soft. A warm comfort to my yearning mouth.
My body craving your feel, your touch. Hearts beating, sweating and becoming one. Silence heavy, waiting, building then exploding into thoughts of lust of desperate wanting. Eyes closed tight. Except the tear still escapes and slides slowly, but just as painful.
No words of love or joy, just pain. They have passed. Long spoken, gone from when love was young and words felt as strong as touch. Touch that shivers touch that speaks. Touch that’s gone.