My pillows are filled with memories of soft whispers.
That sound oh so sweet.
I hear laughter down the hall
                                                         beckoning
with the dance and flicker of golden

light.

I imagine
your hands gliding across limb and back,
                                         wooing me
with pleasures
                                                                 one could get lost in.

I would love to lay my head
                beside yours.
I’d hold on
               so tight
                                                            that I lose myself
                                                                                in you.
Yet there are things to be done,
                            promises
                                                                    I must
                                                                                                            keep.