All the feeling inside threatens to break her open
This...this is how she always wanted to feel
Love. This love. His love
It's his voice that reaches her first
It wraps around her body
And settles where his arms should be
With her restless mind
The flaws of her body
Her quiet soul she has always carefully guarded
He loves her wholly
His words, whether vocal or written
Build her scenes of intimacy
Where she can see his soft and kind eyes
Where she can trace the curve of his cute and boyish smile
With her imagined fingers
Where she can press herself close to him
To fit exactly where she belongs
And feeling his warmth next to her cold skin
However, these fantasies of theirs only exist as long as his words do
This space is only a fragile thought that can't cross over
When it ends, she's left standing on the edge
The edge of space and time
She feels the quiet and devastating ache...
...just to touch him
This desire burns endlessly with no where to go
The consuming need to touch him
To hold him
To see him
To kiss him
To please him
This pain of distance is near unbearable
Why must his love stretch so far?
She stays standing on that edge
Whispering his name from her lips
Wishing love could collapse the miles between them
Then she could finally step off that edge
And let herself fall into him
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