You consume me

My love, if only I could express to you how much I thirst for your touch. My flesh hungers for your embrace, constantly. Whenever I think about you, my form pleas for a taste of your swollen lips. I have never ached for another being the way I yern for you. I spend my days ruminating about us. I often wonder why it took us so long to meet... maybe I needed to endure... Maybe I needed to really learn the anguish of not truly being loved. All I know is that I would choose to go through it all again as long as I knew you were going to be waiting for me at the end.