After I have to leave you in the morning, I am distraught. I want you so badly. I wasn’t ready to leave you. I wasn’t done. I didn’t get my fill.
Throughout the day I think of you often. I daydream of what it will be like when we can be together again. I imagine how it will feel and I tingle with anticipation.
I avoid the upstairs because it reminds me of you and how I can’t have you until later. I want you so badly sometimes I weep for you. The way you feel under me after a long day, the way you smell fresh and clean, the way you make me feel so safe and warm.
I didn’t appreciate you when I could have spent languorous afternoons with you without any interruptions; we could have spent countless mornings together just dreaming.
When I finally get to be with you again, it’s heavenly. It might be the best part of my day. I look forward to it all day long. I can’t wait to be with you again.
I lust after you…my king-size, ridiculously comfortable, bed.