Cold Bed, Lonely Heart

20Apr09

As I lay here, nearly naked in bed, alone,
I wonder if you’re thinking of me;
About the smooth skin along my side,
And the bumps of the spine down my back.

As I lay here, alone and full of desire,
I wonder if you’re as cold and lonely as me,
Alone in bed, longing to hold me,
To touch my skin and kiss my cheek.

As I lay here, I wonder if your bed is as cold and empty as mine.

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