I woke up Alone

I woke up alone.

Pressing my back into a pillow.

Imagining it was the body of my lover.

~ it wasn’t responsive…

I moulded the quilt.

Into a shape.

The shape of him.

~ So I could imagine...

But the quilt has no arms.

To wrap me in.

To pull me close.

To hold me still.

The pillow had no voice.

To grumble in my ear.

No mouth to kiss my neck.

Or bite my nipple.

It didn’t matter how I put them.

~ They weren’t that man I want…

There was no hands.

No fingers to caress my soft skin.

No fingertips to slide along my most sensitive sensual parts.

To hold back my hair.

To trace all my curves.

There was no fingers wandering south.

Feeling my softness...

~ The quilt didn’t

~ The pillow couldn’t

But my mind…. Could!

Could do anything.

….. Anything ~

So i let it wonder with thoughts of him.

But my mind couldn’t do EVERYTHING that he can do.

So I drifted to sleep

and dreamt of him….

Until he came to me again.

And he will…………….