Blankets and pillows for my comfort, when all I want is the warm of your hands. The kiss of your smile. The eagerness of your breathing. The constancy of your heartbeating. The curiosity of your silence.
The instability of your presence, the smell of your neck, the whiteness of your sentences, the fullness of your thoughts, the delight of your dreams, the sweetness of your hi, the concernment of your questions, the temptation of your answers, the security of your shadow.