My heaven is wherever you are

Harry,

I want to smell your kisses again, I want to taste your caresses, I want to feel your words.

I want to feel intoxicated with the smell that only your mouth emanates when you steal me a kiss.

I want to taste, with every touch, a memory. I want each of your words to be caresses in my skin.

I want my heart to twist every time you touch me, because in my mouth appears the sweetest flavor.

I don’t want to touch my sheets if you’re not in them.

I don’t want to smoke if the cigarette doesn’t come from your lips, because it tastes like emptiness.

I don’t want to listen anything if it doesn’t make my body shiver, like your voice used to do.

I want to tell you that I sleep on the floor now, because I don’t dream about finding you in there.  That now, everything smells like nothing, that I never feel satiated. That I don’t feel since you don’t talk to me; and every voice similar to yours are lashes in my back.

 I want to touch you, and kiss you, and feel you.

But if you don’t want, please, let me forget you.

Draco Malfoy.