I smell you on the sheets. I smell your body lying next to me in the night, while I push and push and push you into the wall in my sleep, unconciously reclaiming what's mine. I smell you hovering over me, as you kiss and kiss and kiss my neck, my collarbone, my chin, and finally land back where you're supposed to be. And your hips, they grind and grind and grind into mine and I want want want you, all of you, all the time. I've never felt this hungry and I'm surprised at how accurately I locate the button, the zipper, and you pull pull pull until everythings gone, until its us and we intertwine and I realize that you are the missing part of me. It is this realization that makes me beg you to stay, that makes me cry and cry and cry until I lull myself to sleep. Because you're gone and you won't stay, just for me, just for another hour, please? I watch my missing piece get in the car and drive drive drive away. I come back upstairs, climb into bed, and I smell you on the sheets.