It festers and broods within me. Gnashing in the pit of my stomach, begging for satisfaction. Knots roll and boil in my stomach, the ache buckling my knees. Because I am without you.

Instead it’s he that’s taken you. I fiend for the touch and scent of you, yearning to know it so keen as does he. My pallete blank, lacking the flavors that once nourished and inspired, now left broken and unseasoned.

Skin crawls at the loneliness of distance, heart throbs in malaise. Gone is the shiver of excitement, and left only the unmet need for proximity. A distance unbridged.