Needs

You been gone far too long;
Three hours,
fourteen minutes
counting..

ticking down
seconds,
waiting here;

Closer..
to the edge;

Baby,
it's wet outside
come home,
please,
come home
and into me,
make me,
too..
 
I'm torn between,
you.. waiting..
between fingers,
mine..
close,
at the edge
lingering
under the fabric,
fabric is all I got left baby.
 
right
you see?
see my needs,
don't you?
 
that's why you gots to be
hurrying,
 
hurry home..
 
can't..
 
I can't wait
till then..
 
thoughts of you,
 
touching me
 
Inside me..

Me
 
Touching myself........