by Tameca Waid

Sunday, I showered alone, missed your touch,
longed to have you soap my back, missed the way
your hands glide over my body, from my shoulders down
my back, as the water rains down on us

Monday, I masturbated to our favorite
love making songs....
it wasn't the same

Tuesday, couldn't stop thinking about your tongue, the
way it blazes trails of fire over my breast,
teasing my nipples till I shiver

Wednesday, wet and wanting,
wanting to feel the warmth
of your body as your muscles contract
around my fingers

Thursday, I thought for sure you would call baby,
but the phone never rang

Friday, I dreamed of fucking you slow and hard,
the sweet look in your eyes as you lie beneath me,
we climaxed simultaneously

Saturday, you come home. Sex.
Six days of longing ready to be released,
we showered, made love, touched,
moaned, groaned.....
fucked
(sigh)

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