There is a cry
that comes from the exquisite pain of unfulfilled desire
The intoxicating scent of your beloved
enters your lungs
breathes straight to the core of you
The ecstasy of want breaking open your heart
filling your mynd
charging your body
inhabiting your soul
A sharp, deep inhale turns to a long, trembling exhale
slowly inching up your neck in imagined kisses
and catches in your throat
In the battle for control
your head tilts back
your mouth opens
and the requite of your beloveds heart
combined with the unrequite of your beloveds body
slips out the outside corners of your eyes
the way silk panties slide quickly down smooth legs
You feel the trickle undulate sensuously, down the sides of your face, into your ears
drowning out all the noise
but it doesn't matter
for you are trapped on the inside anyway
dancing with your imagination
For, in this moment
the real and present and actual moment
there are no gentle fingertips
No warmth from the nearness
No breath to blanket you with goosebumps
No lips softly locked, holding each others secret combination
No inhales or exhales exchanged in between
No
chests pressed together to synchronize heartbeats
No blush on your skin from hands that grip you
No marks on your shoulders from pleading fingernails
No
whispers in your ear to seduce or soothe you
And
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
it aches
and
if it aches long enough
it
begins to eat you from the inside out
until
the pain is so great
that
you cannot stand it anymore
and
you begin to whisper to yourself
...because
you need that someone to
and
you begin to soothe yourself
...because
you need that someone to
and
you begin to love yourself
...because
you need that someone to
and
that is how you begin
to learn
to someday
when the moment is right
let someone
love you in return.
