Hurry Home

I am so hungry that my belly aches from the emptiness. It growls in protest, a constant reminder of a very real physical need. My body requires sustenance to function. I grow weak, my hands tremble as if I am in the throes of withdrawal from some illicit drug. The room spins crazily and the floor is no longer a stationary landmark that I can trust to be where it should be.
I am consumed by thirst. My lips are dry. I try to swallow to relieve the pain in my parched mouth and throat. I am only more aware of the lack of moisture in my body. I doubt that I could produce tears if I had the strength to cry. I know that my eyes are unnaturally bright due to the fever that is raging inside, my blood moving like liquid fire through my veins.
Pain has consumed me. My vision has narrowed so that I am incapable of focusing on my surroundings. When I find the strength to open my eyes I am only aware of objects dancing, floating incomprehensibly in mid-air. Leaving them closed brings the only measure of relief I can remember.
These experiences  would be unpleasant, even traumatic but these are nothing compared to the loss of your touch, the sizzling heat of your kisses, the aching emptiness that has become my world since you have been gone. Each moment is an eternity without you here beside me. The soft cotton of the sheets brushing against my skin is torture. My heart remembers the warmth of your fingertips creating music and poetry as they danced across my body.
Pride is a distant memory. My senses are hyper aware of every sound. Your keys jingling as you open the door has my heart racing. I entertain the thought of crawling, begging for your touch.  I have every intention of simply dropping to my knees the moment I see you. Of course the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Mine fly out the window the moment I see you. Sheets and pillows are tossed wildly about the room as I move toward the object of my desire. You. Thoughts of crawling are forgotten as I launch myself into your arms. I wrap my arms and legs around you in a vain attempt to meld our bodies together permanently. Your laughing protests only feed the hunger. I intend to teach you a valuable lesson. Sometimes going to the store is just not that important. You must learn to prioritize.