Only days apart, and still time to wait until we are together again.
My fingers long to caress your body in place of this cold pen.
And with this pen, I'd like to skit our lives alike actors in a play.
Omitting intermissions, for then you'd have to stay.
I've searched around, nevertheless, a similitude is inconceivable to find.
My physical being craves the desires that yet echo in my mind.
I urge to see you more habitually or I will go insane.
To watch other couples snuggling whilst my heart must abstain.
If only I could recreate the sensation of my kiss,
I'd send it to you, the miles away, I miss you on my lips.