I’m fucking drained
and going to bed…

…but before I go
I wanted to say
I really do wish you were here.

I long for your touch,
not anyone else’s.
Your affection.
Your love.
Your attentions.

I ache to feel you next to me,
to taste you on my lips
and my tongue,
to feel the warmth of your whisper
on my neck,
in my ear.

I wish to count
the beats of your heart
and the rise
and fall
of your perfect breasts
with each sweet breath.

I dream of losing myself
in your eyes,
those gateways
to your blazing soul
that shines brighter
than any
I’ve ever encountered.

I suffer with a hunger to enter you
slowly
intentionally
and feel our souls join
and merge
as One.

Then
breath by breath,
and beat by beat
of your beautiful heart,
which keeps our rhythm,
to witness you lose yourself
to the ecstasy
of our perfect union.

I desire so much
so much better
so much better for you
than I am.

I want you to receive
all those things;
the passion
and fire
and intensity
and experience
and depth of heart
and soul
and all the delights
of physical love
from someone
who truly
deserves you.

I am not that man.

So I’m glad that you’re not here
(though “glad” is not the right word
to describe how I feel)
because I don’t ever
want you to settle.

Not even for me.

So instead I say nothing
except “sweet dreams”
and leave the words here
as a prayer
and a promise
of unconditional love
and hope
that if you should read them
you at once know the reason
for these things I shouldn’t say
is love.

Sweet dreams.

Image: “You can do it” by Robert Cornelius

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J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff