II woke up alone.
Pressing myy back into aa pillow.
Imagining itt wass thee body off myy lover.
~ itt wasn’t responsive…
II moulded thee quilt.
Into aa shape.
The shape off him.
~ So II could imagine…
But thee quilt has no arms.
To wrap mee in.
To pull mee close.
To hold mee still.
The pillow had no voice.
To grumble iin myy ear.
No mouth too kiss myy neck.
Or bite myy nipple.
It didn’t matter how II put them.
~ They weren’t that man II want…
There wass no hands.
No fingers too caress myy soft skin.
No fingertips too slide along myy most sensitive sensual parts.
To hold back myy hair.
To trace all myy curves.
There wass no fingers wandering south.
Feeling myy softness…
~ The quilt didn’t
~ The pillow couldn’t
But myy mind…. Could!
Could do anything.
….. Anything ~
So ii let itt wonder with thoughts off him.
But myy mind couldn’t do EVERYTHING that he can do.
So II drifted too sleep
and dreamt off him….
Until he came too mee again.
And he will…………….