A rather dramatic thought...

Oh ache, oh hollow ache
When I wish to feel your arms tight around me and all is well.
You are a certain kind of love, a certain kind of special,
a fine tuned instrument that my hands obsessively play.
Your lines are solidity in my relentless life,
And with sincerity that is a sweet addiction for my prismic existence
your mouth is a bow of secret pleasures.