day dreaming

Sitting, thinking
Time ticking
Mind racing.
Ghostly, clammy
Thoughts morbid
Morals fading

My heart is aching
Body yearning
Missing a Passion
That my body can't handle

Imagining...
Your touch caressing my breasts
Down the curves of my body
Your hand reaching into my thick brown locks
As your grasp a handful
Gently nibbling my lip and kisses so soft
Your naked body simply touching mine
It's everything I wish for.

The door opens
It's not the man I dream of
Though the same namesake

I miss you and dream of you daily