I have sounds of you in my head for when you're far away.
For when the silence looms between us because we're both living our separate lives, or sleeping, or escaping.
The sound of you giggling moments before you orgasm--a joyous, over-flowing, bubbling up of euphoria in a lyrical giggle. And your breath catching, deepening, singing.
And then there's the sound of you reading outloud--methodically clean, pronounced words, made breathy by your voice.
And of course, the way you say my name. (Oh, I could come right now thinking of the way the air whirls delicately at your pronunciation).