Hungry Heart

Many times,
On those lonely nights
I stare at the darkness
Imagining
You are here; laying with me…
I can see….. smell…..  hear…...
FEEL you
Ooooooh yessssssssssss
on those lonely nights
My mind becomes entranced
I am hypnotized
and seduced
By the phantom of YOU…

Many times,
On those lonely nights
In the darkness you materialize
Now estranged from reality
Your scent drugs me
Your hands meander my body
finding all my secrets;
my nooks and crannies
back arching,
toes curling,
eyes rolling
Intoxicated by your whispers of sweet nothings
My breathing suspended
I wait;
holding onto that moment
The storm surge is forming
That feeling
is
soooo damn good to me.

Many times,
On those lonely nights
In the stillness of the dark
I suffer
a lonesome execution
By your non-existent presence

I am drugged by a scent
From the jersey I wear

The hands that meanders my thighs
Belong to none other than “I”

The sweet nothings that intoxicate my ears
Are figments of my imagination
Distant memories at best

Your scent
your touch
your whispers
you now share with someone else.