Waken
By a thunder storm
3:AM
I reached for you
Your side was cold and bare
My eyes moisten,
You were not there.

Thoughts and memories
Comfort me
I travel back
Like in a time machine
To a time
Of no remedies
For a broken heart
Just our love.

I miss, the heavenly scent
Of sweet love's musk
That lingers
In the nostrils
Of our guardian Gods
Of love.

I miss, the tenderness
Of your lips
The softness,of your breast
The hardness, of nipples erect.

I miss, the sensuous whispers
Begging for more
In the still of the night
As you place
Gentle wet succulent kisses
All over my face.

I miss, the tremors
Of ground shaken beneath us
As mother nature gives way
To exploration.

As we look deep
Into each others eyes
bracing ourselves
Before the orgasmic ecstasy.

Or before we die
A heavenly death
That brings us closer
To each other in bed.

I close my moisten eyes
I reach for you
Called your name
In the silence, of the night
Your side, was cold and bare
In my arms, you should be
Instead of over there.

By: William Bonilla
3/10/04