Hands clasped, glued bodies, eyes glazed.
Your hands loose mine, the void possesses me.
You reach my hair, my face, my lips.
Your touch, so sweet, calm me
Sweet lips, lips soft, kissable lips.
Playful look, impeccable sense of mood.
Yours eyes wander around the room,
my body envy others.
Why did you stop looking at me?
Pain. Loss. Why?
Without yours, my lips have nothing to do,
except to await
until others appear to replace you.