My weakness

Curse you, my love, 

for rending my heart asunder with those captivating eyes. 

They pierce me, taking my breath away and leaving my heart fluttering in my chest. 

Mon amour, 

I ache for you, 

for your strong yet gentle touch that comforts and haunts me. 

I miss your raspy voice, the way it resonated in my very soul. 

I crave you, 

my love, 

and yearn for your touch on my skin. 

Kiss me, dear, 

so I might taste your lips and forever remember the sweet flavor of your affection.