Desperation

I never thought a part of the body could ache that you couldn't clutch.
All from the absence of another person's touch.
For awhile I chose to believe in lust.
I never knew I'd miss love so much.
I knew dust could attract dust but thought the attraction of souls was a bit much.
I miss lips against lips and hips grinding into hips.
So many moments spent far away from bliss that if it comes I doubt I'll resist.
Hands searching to be free and feel on shit as I attempt to hold back so clothes don't rip.
I've never really missed sex but I miss the moments of true love that lead up to it.
So many offer the freedom to let me feel this but if the feelings not in my soul than it doesn't exist.
I learned that the joy is not fucking but loving another.
I need someone who opens my mind and tears my soul asunder.
It was never the sex although that too was bliss.
What I loved most was the desperation that led up to it.