Don’t pray for love, just
ask the lonely
The ones with all the money
and no relief
No release
There’s tenderness
between the manicurist
and the hand crusted
with need.
How the lonely so vividly
dreams.
The sound of music
Physics in motion
Emitting emotions
Affectionate lust
“I must have you
mister”
A smile erupts before
she sddles up
Back and forth
Back to chest
I miss it so much
The closeness of a warm body
and an equally enticing
face
A line I want to cross
and straddle and cuddle
sink myself into as I’m held
from behind