A kiss to my forehead

A kiss to my forehead
instantaneously stances me.
A warmth. A tenderness.
A spark ignited -
permeating my extremities.
Supplying a quick rush of a high
known to addicts and lovers alike.

Every cell clinging to the here-now,
pulling for, clenching after -
desperately willing -
in anticipation of more.
A whispered sweet-nothing?
A soft caress to the cheek?
My hair entangled in fingers?
Eyes locked with mine?
Just one more hit
I beg, I plead,
I need...

Reality smacks me up side my head!
No one is here, you imbecile.
Don’t be so foolish!
Not to have kissed.
Not to have touched.
Not to give more.
Stop your games!

Yet...
my skin tingles with his breath.
My soul raging from this dose.
My blood hot with the intake.
My whole being wanting
just one more...