You.

My chest is full of your words. I feel it slowly filling me 'til I'm so full of you, I choke. But the warmth and emotion from it spreads like electricity through wires. You're fire through my veins. Pleasuring until I ache. Gasping at the two-fold torment of knowing it must inevitably end for today, and the child-like pang of wanting to reach through wires and oceans. To feel the source of such weighty words, which carried such joyous heat.