As I lie here
coming down off
that aphrodisiacal cloud that is still pulsing
with incredible feelings
coursing
through my veins
I think of you
that one
who would be the absolute completion
of my soul
the partner I would share my dreams
aspirations
and pleasures with

I am alone
here in my room
the candles burning my cries
into faint shadows upon the walls
frustration follows each experience
of touching myself
imagining you there
filling me
only to wake up
finding no one there
but a damn finger.

Nights are the worst
hearing whispers
of your soul with me
feeling your touch
though you are not there
I long for you
to be with me
loving me
moving in me

But you are never there
I again must find
what little satisfaction I can
with myself
solitary
alone
longing for you