2:34 AM

I think about you often. 

Every day to be exact. 

Sometimes, when the wind blows in the right  direction, I smell the lemongrass oil you use to rub on your body every night.

I can still feel you. On top of me. Inside of me.  

I'm awakened at dawn to your photo at my bedside and I fall back asleep after masturbating to the thought of your touch.

I see you in my dreams. Do you ever see me?