That doesn't stop hope, even if it would be the most sensible thing.
Yes, damn you. When I wake up, the darkness thick enough to swallow up any sounds farther away than my own bed, that's when I want it so much that I can taste it. That's when I feel the ghost-fingers of whoever I yearn for against my skin. On my lips. I can feel her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and if I hold my breath, I swear I can almost hear her gasping.
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Yes, damn you. When I wake up, the darkness thick enough to swallow up any sounds farther away than my own bed, that's when I want it so much that I can taste it. That's when I feel the ghost-fingers of whoever I yearn for against my skin. On my lips. I can feel her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and if I hold my breath, I swear I can almost hear her gasping.