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