It is a dark, quiet evening.
Alone I am, in a two story house.
Freshly cleansed and shaven,
I ache to feel another's touch.
Newly colored shoulder length hair,
trailing atop a fuzzy blue robe.
Bare breasts protruding beneath soft fabric,
Silky legs recently lotioned and massaged.
My feminine chest heaves slowly up and down,
as I scan the satellites options of entertainment.
Yearning for physical affection and a heart connection,
I light a cigarette and take long drags.
Though nothing I do seems to feed the hunger within.
Is it sex that I am craving...
No, coudn't be, for I reveled in a scene of that earlier.
It must be the love I ache to feel once more,
the affection and heart warming connection.
That I only once truly felt, oh so long ago.
Yearning to be felt and loved,
aching to be appreciated and cared for.
It is not my body that needs satisfaction...
It is, my heart.
Adding your comment: