A Gray Day

Here the day is gray

and my thoughts

are of you.

Here,

three thousand miles

from you,

I know your thoughts

are of me, too.

Though we both know

what we wish we could say,

due to circumstances

we both know certain

words are better left unsaid.

But on this gray day,

know, my baby,

how my arms ache

for want of the

closeness of you.

On this gray day

know how I hunger

for the soft touch

of your lips upon mine.

On this gray day

know how I long for

the touch of your

bare breasts tight

upon my chest,

and know how

strongly I

desire the feel

of  myself...

On this gray day

know how I desire

the sensation of being

deeply into you,

of being tightly engulfed within

the warm moisture.

Yes!

I know certain words

are better left unsaid.

But on this gray day,

sweetheart,

know...

I so miss you.