Mommysgirl
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The hollow ache in the pit of my stomach is a physical echo of the silence that now fills our home, a cavernous space that once resonated with the low timbre of your laughter. I find myself tracing the lingering impression your body left on our sheets, the fabric still holding the faint, musky warmth of your skin, a scent that clings to the air like a desperate prayer. My fingers drift across the cool, empty expanse of cotton, remembering the exact topography of your form beside me, the solid weight of your thigh agat mine. Each passing hour stretches like a slow, tortuous caress, a phantom touch that promises a reunion that may never come. I close my eyes and conjure the memory of your mouth on mine, the taste of you a sharp, sweet ghost on my tongue, a flavor that makes my own saliva taste like loneliness. The memory of your hands, calloused and sure, mapping the landscape of my hips, is a brand upon my flesh that no amount of solitude can cool. I imagine the sound of the door opening, the shuffle of your boots on the floor, a symphony that would shatter this agonizing quiet and make my heart hammer agat my ribs. Until then, I am adrift in this sea of absence, where every nerve ending is tuned to a frequency that only you can answer, a constant, humming need. This yearning is a live wire beneath my skin, a relentless current of anticipation for a touch that feels, terrifyingly, like it might be slipping into the realm of dream.
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