Missed you my love,
A weekend without you
Has triggered melancholia.
A deep-down sadness
Has entered my soul.
My dreams have one picture,
I cannot forget at all.
You float in the ether,
You drift in sub-conscious,
A filmy, misty memoir
Of expectations to come.
You wanted to stay until morning,
But had to leave me just,
One picture,
One picture,
That left me wanting, in lust.
My darling, it’s lonesome,
The night is so stark,
My desire so heightened
in the dark.
We should be spooning,
While cooing,
And wooing,
Before the dawn.
My body’s hot
My desire aroused,
My hunger is early.
To stroke your silkiness,
Your proximity,
Your wetness,
