Between the sheets
By Grannyrosie
Between the sheets of loneliness, Once more I make my bed. Struggling with this emptiness, Recall, rampant within my head. Was it just last night you lay there, Embracing, loving me? How is it, destiny so unkind? Abandoned, left with memory. Tracing the pattern of your outline, Fingers laced with longing, fear. Gradually, warmth from my body, Brings musky, male, you, so near. The sweat of our two entwined torso, Trapped, there, within satin thread, Invades these quickening senses, Creating pounding need, I dread. Aware of your virile manliness, Clutching mind pictures, vivid, sublime, Imagination casts your shadow, On that pillow, so close to mine. I feel your lips, hot, moist, demanding. Your weight pressing me with tender care. Reality steps in, those lips are silent tears, That weight is giant despair. Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 09:00 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 1
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