This Gray Day

Here the day is gray

and thoughts...

all my thoughts are of you.

Here,

miles from you,

I would pray your thoughts

are of me, too.

Though we both knew

better than to say

the harsh words that were said.

Though we both knew the

words said were better left unsaid.

On this gray day,

know 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 the words said

were better left unsaid

and words now cannot

say how sorry I am

for saying that which I did say.

Sorry...

So sorry sweetheart.

On this gray day

know my sweetheart,

know...

...I miss you so.