Hollow

Small kisses,
Chapped lips.
Hungry kisses,
urgent and feverish.

Why do I crave them? why do I feel cold?

I miss the butterflies,
the way my stomach lurches,
the feeling under the sole of my feet
like the ground disappeared.

I crave for short breath.
For my heart to race.
For disorientation.

Fill the void.
O please please please,
Hold me tight.
Pour some air in my lungs,
some fire in under my skin.