when i am alone, two days seem eternal.
i close my eyes and think,
and because i think i feel,
and because i feel i yearn.
two days seem forever.
i remember the hours we spent together,
how fast they came and went;
i remember
and i want them back.
two days seem too long
to go without your betraying touch,
to go without tasting your sin,
or feeling your manliness
take over.
i close my eyes and think,
think about that moment
as i become your woman
and the pain becomes my pleasure.
two days is too long,
to suffer the burning
of not having you remember me;
of not knowing whether you want me too,
of imagining you elsewhere.