What insomnia brings

Thoughts of you. Memories too. The scent of your all day in the crook of your neck. The taste of your lips hunger laced yet quickly satisfied shifting that need to other areas yearning for attention. If you want you need only ask. With a look I've come to recognize I step closer to pay attention to detail on the masterpiece that is you. Skin so soft I ache at being so close but wanting to go deeper. Let me touch you after I've tasted you. Hills, valleys, crevices, moans, finger sucking toe twisting type of satisfaction in the end that's what I want. But for now I dream up what could be if only we could exist somewhere other than the endless space of my mind in the middle of the night. When insomnia brings forth thoughts of you so. Close enough to recall to far away to be reached damn let me hurry and drift off to SLEEP, SLEep , Sleep, sleep....