A DAY LIKE THIS

The day starts all alone in bed...hands movin through thin air to feel the mystical presence of your shadow if any, but only to grasp the whiff of dreams you left behind. The afternoon is spent waiting for the phone to ring...to hear your voice...for you to ask me to whisk you away from the clutches of the world into the world of our fantasies and desires...into the world of uninhibited sexual frenzy...of my curling fingers...of our grazing thighs...of our locked lips. 

But the day goes by wondering, what would it be like, if you were here... oh, what would it be like, if I were to throw you on the bed and fill you and fill you and fill you, all through the graying darkness of the evening and then, both of us relaxing into each other all through the moonlit night...