A Sad and Quiet Morning

It is morning... and your form lies inches away in soft definition beneath the sheet.
You've curved away with legs drawn up as I lift the sheet and slowly gaze
in loving adoration at the softness and warmth in each curve of your body
your hips molded in that way form the perfect shape in my remembrance of each cheek
and the softness of your back and strength in your shoulders draw me back
to last night's emotion and visions of our passion peaking together
Feeling you around me and over me as we act out this chapter in separate lives
I remember your smile and soft laugh and I remember the way we touched and you responded
I know you now and still I want to have more and experience days to come
I trace your form in the air with cautious finger not touching but hoping
The soft split and your thighs and your arms carelessly laid across your breasts
hiding and masking the countenance and beauty of their beckoning
Their soft peeks and gentle swells and the urgency in our breathing
as we joined last night and I heard you moan with my passionate imagination
as I was lost and you grasped me with firm loving thighs and I did yield
to that moment of discrete pleasure when we each needed the other
and we held on and talked of a future yet untold and unable to be known
You wake and stare and then turn and reach for me and we make love again this morning
and my mind forgets the world and dwells only on you and this moment
soon we are complete and yet separate and I hate to let you go
knowing that you have chosen to return to him and my life will be empty once more