I lay alone at night and close my eyes.
Imagining his hands on my body,
his palms circling my nipples.
The ache in my heart
The longing to reach out and pull him inside of me
His touch, his love, is worth a thousand deaths.
I fall asleep with his name on my lips.
I wake up from dreams of him
So fresh I can almost reach out and touch them.
If only I could touch them.....
If only I could touch him.....