Even when He is not here, in body, He overtakes me in spirit. In the darkest hours when i feel the most alone, i can hear His voice calling to me, His arms reaching for me, His body covering my own, and His kisses branding me. Tears form in my eyes as my hand roams down my body, following the trail of His lips and finding my willing and aching body ready for.... a love i have yet to feel in truth. Something inside of me breaks and my soul weeps, leaving me for a while. Searching for His because.... my soul? She felt him, didn't she? She knows the touch of her Mate and longs for it. i return to self and am not the same for a while. He was not here. He did not touch me and love my body the way i thought He had. This is a different kind of "drop". This drop is filled with sadness and doubt that anything in my imagination will never come to fruitation. This is a harsh feeling and leaves me hallow for a while, until His words and promises fill me once more.... and make me believe.
