I wait for the feel of your rough, calloused fingertips sliding along my skin with more gentleness than a man could know. Your fingers seeping into the slits between mine and along with it, your presence sinking into every pore. I wait for the feel of your dry lips, igniting a fire that consumes every memory with just a faint touch. I wait to be lost in the depth of your eyes, only to resurface with just a blink. In whole, I wait for you.