Gone.

As I lay here, my fingers dance across my body, thinking of you. I can still feel the weight of your body as you thrust in and out of me, your fingers wrapped with mine. I can still hear your voice as you sigh, "Oh baby." I crave your cock in my mouth, I desire to lay on your chest with you nestled deep inside of me and hear you tell me to "Just relax". I need to see that intent look you had as you wrapped the rope around my wrists, hear the compassion and passion in your voice just once more. To see those blue eyes clouded by lust, love and life.

Instead, I start marking the calendar.