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 sweetheart,

how my arms ache

for want of the

closeness of you.

On this gray day

know how I hunger

for the silken touch

of your lips upon mine.

On this gray day

know how I long for

the soft feel of your

bare breasts held tight

upon my chest,

and know how

strongly I

desire the sensation

of  myself...

...On this gray day,

my sweetheart,

know how strongly I desire

the sensation of  my being

deeply into you,

of being deeply,

tightly engulfed within

your tight, warm moisture.

Yes!

I know certain words

are better left unsaid.

But on this gray day,

sweetheart,

know...

...I so miss you.