Away From You (2)

I'm sweating it out, without you,
without - your tongue, hungering in my mouth
without - your palm, imprinted on my stomach
without - your sweet nipple, stiff between my lips
without - your moist cunt, enclosing me, tightly.

I regret, bitterly,

each moment when caution, decency, sense,
are not flung to the winds;

each aching second I spend
not moving in you.