That look of yours on Friday on your departure still
brings me completely out of my place.
That is why I no longer have control over myself,
And I even literally burn my fingers.
That desire for you
gives me warmth but also cold
To surrender to myself
And to go upstairs.
What to mess around in the cupboards
To feel myself?
Then I think of your hands,
and of the different positions.
It is fixed in no time!
But actually........ without you this is nothing.
Then I am content for a while,
But only when you are with me.