In the Space Where You Should Be

I crave your breath in every space,

The way your skin ignites my pace.

No words, just touch, no need to speak,

Your body’s warmth is all I seek.

These miles between us feel like chains,

I dream of you in midnight rains.

To trace your curves with lips, not air,

To taste the silence that we share.

Each second burns without your skin,

This ache beneath my soul, within.

I want your hands, your scent, your sigh,

To pull you close and not ask why.

So when the nights feel long and cold,

Know I still crave you, fierce and bold.

No screen, no voice, no message sent —

Just skin to skin — that’s what I meant.