Sometimes I wonder...
Just another mass
a chill run up my neck
emptiness bombards me
a ghost
They look right through me
no purpose.  

No one
No one to wish me goodnight,
no one to wake me up.
No one to throw myself on when all fails

But I stay, hoping one day
I fall so deeply
Not even a gunshot would hurt -
the gaze we hold in each other's eyes will numb all but love.

Satisfaction from a scent
the feeling of his hand on my hip -
as he brings it up my back,
Embrace
Making way up to my neck
grazing fingers against lips
Feel the warmth of his own pressed against mine