I turn in the night and reach over and find the pillow empty


I bare my breasts and feel my nipples harden for your lips,
missing the heat of your mouth

I part my thighs, anxious for your touch, tongue and lips,
but there is only air

I arch my back...reaching for your rigid length to fill me
again, finding nothing there

I ache for the feel of you, the scent of you, the sound of your
breath

your words and laughter and sighs as we pleasure each other


Fill me again with more memories to tide me over until I can
have you again

Until then, I will be

empty