Body Language

My heart craves companionship, just as the earth craves the morning's warmth, my skin aching of passionate bruises and mid-day goodbye's. My lips long for the taste of your stale cigarettes gliding their way across my bottom lip. My body lusts for its consort, the yin to my yang, your treble to my bass. I yearn to feel your hips sway to the beating in my chest, nuzzling their way into the hollows of my soul. Your handing pressing against my virgin breasts drawing me nearer. Your fingers reading my body language, punctuating my breaths and finishing my story.