Ten whole days.

She left yesterday for ten days and I can't believe how much I miss her already. I'm a bundle of uncontrolled energy just thinking about her.

On Thursday and Friday we spent a lot of time together across a coffee table, teasing each other, playing with each other's feet, and just showing how much we want each other. She asked me for something of mine to keep close to her, so I ripped a button off of my shirt and gave it to her, holding her hand as I did. Our hands danced together, so close and tenderly.

I don't need anything to remind me of her. That beautiful face, those sparking eyes, those full lips, that cute nose, and that luscious body are etched in my memory.

Ten whole days. I miss her. I want her. Already I'm doing whatever I can to use up this energy so I'm not a complete wreck by the end of this week.

I wonder if she knows what she does to me. And I hope I do the same to her.