What do think of baby
when you sleep alone,
when you toss and you turn,
when you end up fetal
in a stack of crumbled sheets?

Are you thinking of me,
are you going to places
deep in your sensuous mind,
are you riding me
in a fantasy world?

And do you feel me honey,
do you ******* breath
& do you get fulfilled?
Or are you,
are you having
just another nitemare
called loneliness?