singledom

I miss this. I miss a warm tounge in between my lips, and hands on my jaw, in my hair, on my back...
I miss being held, taken care of, caressed.
Hell, I even miss the gritty days, when clothes can't come off fast enough, and the sand from the beach or the dirt from the road is still clinging to skin, skin that feels on fire now...
I miss the force of nature that love can turn into, like a hurricane. I miss the mysterious bruises and the trashy hickies and the tangled hair. I miss my body feeling like it got some attention. I miss the lazy moments afterward, when you feel relaxed and satisfied.
Mostly I just miss this, the look of two people in a crowded room, all alone in the world together.