Apart from everything right now
I yearn the most for you.

I long for the chill
That I used to feel.
Touching my lips,
Running down on me.

I can't always be in the moment, Literally.
So it just happens Figuratively.

Whenever I return from out
Something inside me shouts
To let you rush through me
And the mentions made earlier.

All I want is the Cold
Cooled water and air on me.