I want to be reached deep within,
someone to wear my body like second skin.
Hold me in her arms as if that is where I should always be
as if my absence would be a huge travesty.
Someone who gives butterfly and languid kisses
that cloud the senses and incite lustful insistence.
One who can be a patient lover with a studied hand,
who knows where the true strength lies in a man.
The years of loneliness have drained me to the core,
adrift in my bed writhing and roaming, wanting more.
In my dreams I feel my skin being touched
a tingle on my lips as if gently brushed.
Imagined sensations, wakening my flesh subitanly,
this is one more night alone in a sea of many.
Squeezing my pillow dreaming and remembering
till exhaustion causes my dreams to find an ending.
In my mundane life no one knows
the tragedies of my bedroom woes,
I fill my days with work and tasks inland
to contemplate the impending night close at hand.
I can not remember what it feels like to be passionately kissed
or when it was that I last did,
Now the night approaches cruel mistress that she is,
I face her alone, in the confines of my bed like a bitch.
