Thoughts of You

My, dear,

the day here is gray

and thoughts...

Sweetheart,

my thoughts are of you.

Here,

so many miles from you

I would pray your thoughts

are of me, too.

Though we both knew

better than to say

the words that were said.

Though we both knew the

words said were best left unsaid.

On this gray day,

my, dear...                                   

Sweetheart

know how my arms ache

for want of the

closeness of you.

Sweetheart,

on this gray day

know how I hunger

for the silken touch

of your lips upon mine.

Dear,

on this gray day

know how I long for

the soft feel of your

bare breasts held tight

upon my chest,

and...

My sweetheart,

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 my being deeply,

closely engulfed within

your sweet, warm moisture.

Yes, my dear!

I know the words said

were best left unsaid

and words now...

Words now cannot

say how sorry I am

for saying that which I did say.

Sorry, my dear!

So sorry sweetheart.

On this gray day

know my dear,

know I miss you so!

On this gray day

know my sweetheart,

know I love you so!

Copyright 8/8/10 Mark M. Lichterman