I desire to be lying with him again
Between the soft cotton sheets
On my ratty, sunken in mattress.
His tan, toned skin smothering mine
Us locked in a secure embrace
His sturdy figure protecting mine.
I can feel his hands running over me
And I remember my own fingers gathered in his hair,
Then trailing down his muscular back,
Scratching across his creamy skin.

The melancholy part of all this
Is that I know I do not love him
I am just lonely enough to use him as an alluring sin.