Sweet love oozes through her veins.
Tender caress mocking her through
the cold with thoughts of him, his love.
Sweet kisses haunting her at the midnight
hour. Cushions of sugar carpeted love as
they got lost in moments of passion.
Throngs of passion, amber love portions
to last as their bodies intertwined in
an aroma of sweet harmonic vibes.
Sensual music for a soul most refined.
Memories still as vivid. Moments lost
through a tidal wave of desire as
they basked in a hue of midnight skin.
Reminiscing days when love felt like the
warmth of a blanket on an ice cold morning and
scented like a piece of candy on a bed of roses.
A distance that makes her flinch, fingers twitch
and her palms itch. Holding on to her pillow,
clutching on to her sheets. Sheets stained with
evidence of passionate love making. The walls
bore witness to their bliss. The bedroom floor
complained while the bed creaked, almost
rhythmic to their passion and love.
Stuck in a vacuum of space and time.
Drowning in a whirl pool of self pity.
Missing him like crazy, craving for his
touch, thinking about his love.
Wishing he was besides her.
Maybe he misses her too, maybe he doesn’t.
Drawing images of their relationship.
Praying that the sickness will fade.
She turns to the wall and clutches on to hope.
Hope is after all the best caress for loneliness.