In this bed I sit
Looking at the vast amount of sheets where
You should be.

In this bed I fit
Feeling small and lonely in a space fit for
Three of me.

My mattress has several dips,
Perfect for your hips,
As you hold me and I hold you.
Together, us, through and through.

I do not need you to
Grind against me
Or whisper ***** words.

Instead I want you to hold me
Feel me with your hands
And of those depressing thoughts
Purge.

Kiss me tenderly,
Kiss me softly,
Kiss me like no one else has before.

Look in my eyes and
Tell me there’s no fear
For tomorrow, next week
Or for the coming year.

My mind is blank
and all the thoughts rush in:
Hold me tightly
Never let go
Don’t let it pass,
Don’t let it go.

Instead of you here
or me there,
you are there
and I am here.

From there you cannot
Hold my face
Kiss my eyelids or
Tangle our legs together
as we sleep.

From here I cannot
Play with your hair
Feel your dimple as you smile
(that beautiful, wonderful smile)
or touch my lips to your tattoo
as I whisper its meaning
And kiss your soul.

But I from here
And you from there

Can think of
The things we want most
And tell each other
Of our thoughts

Though we are desperate
To touch, to feel,
To love
And want no more than
a simple
goodnight kiss.

You sit in your bed
And see me far away
Wishing I was there.

You sit in your bed
And wish it all were real,
And at that empty space you stare.

And at this moment
We both think,
“You belong in my bed.”

Just because my two hands are rough
Does not mean I long less to touch.
The thought of the feel of skin on skin
White hot at merely the thought of sin.
Bless our souls and hope to go through
The pure white gates, just me and you.
As we stifle a giggle, laughter within
And uncontrollable lust akin,
I hope so much the keeper does not see
This heavy darkness within me.
The weight of sin may keep me away
From the things I wish to keep,
But I will do what it takes to stay
So that you never have to weep.

O how I yearn to break
The barrier between us
To feel feelings so true
Those so real, those so just.

If I could...
I would have the

long
looong
looooong

s
k
i
n
n
y

legs of a model,

A TINY

   tiny

     t

   iny

WAIST,

beautiful hands

(to wear those byooooootiful RINGS),

and flowy, wavvvvvy locks.

I could wear any sunglasses I wanted

(not just the ones with nose pads)

And still look modest in shorts.

I could be a bit taller,

taller than this

FIVE

FOOT

FRAME

and still look good

in peeptoe

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I would have glowing

smoooooooooooth skin.

BUT

Despite

wishingwishingwishing

for the perfect body

I still love my

palm-sized lumps,

my blemished spotted uneven skin,

my thick thighs,

and my ugly hands.

At least I can wear high heels

to make me

TALLER.

Comforts of the sheets
Lights through the window stream in
I don't want to wake

Every setting sun
Always leaves me wanting more
Each day without fail

Before I was born
Watching over us, living
You are beautiful