Wanting

Just me,
the cat,
and a pile of pillows.
I lay alone in bed
tonight.

Missing you.

Even on this hot
sweaty
night
when I throw the sheets
off,
and would probably
toss and turn
uncomfortable from your
added warmth--
I want your arms
around me
anyway.
Wrapped in your cocoon of
loving safety;
protection
from the city noise
just outside the window.

I want those moments
when you pull
my hair
hard
and make me look
eyes open
while you ferociously
kiss me.
The times when
you caress my curves with
your gaze
and relish our pleasure
gently touching
my skin.

Alone at night
it's hard to feel
that htere can be a time
where
I'll  have that again.
A comfortable knowing
ease of being
mixed with a little
impish play on occasion.

I heard a song one night...
it started with
"You're so delicious"
and,
you are.
Longing for that time
when you'd hold me again.

It's not to come
and instead,
I'm here,
me and the cat,
sprawled on the bed
wanting you.