Lying on my bed
alone
thoughts of you…
your lips
that have tasted me
drunk me…
rolled me on your tongue like
the finest wine…
your hands
that have touched me
played me
like a Stradivarius
bringing out my music within…
your eyes
that looked at me deeply
taken in my every move
seen in them
how I give you pleasure…
your voice…your arms…your chest…
the whole of you….
this all I think of you this night
and what you do to me
and in me…
I crave you so…

Let time be kind so you can warm my cold bed soon…

Copyright Catherine Anne Hayes © 2007