THE SAGE'S DeCLASSIFIED SURVIVAL GUIDE (FOR DUDES AND DUDETTES)

CRAVINGS

I long for your presence
in the midst of this cold and
stormy night, every inch of
my body aches for you
I crave the warmth of your
voice and the tenderness of
your words
I miss the way our heartbeats
symphonise the almost
perfect harmonious sound
that comes to life every time
you rest in my arms, your
sweet scent and your feel
on the tip of my skin, your
arms around my neck,
legs clamped around my waist,
that crimson temptation
of your succulent lips pressed
against mine,
darling am craving, longing for
your very presence in
the midst of this cold and
stormy night