when want becomes the ache to be wanted

mywrds:

the hollow echo
of empty space
space that should be filled
with you
oh that ache so deep
within my bones
that ache for your fingers
to press against
to circle round
to take hold
of me
oh that ache that throbs
so deep
for your lips
to press their case
oh that ache
that comes again
for you to want me
for you to want
me

Love this.