
As I await for your voice to come through a single call, my poor tormented heart aches of pain and love.
Day by day and night by night I lay awake in my bed wondering of your whereabouts, seeking within my own mind the scarce memories that we shared sometime.
I long for your embrace and for your soft face upon my bosom. I long for your sweet, sweet kiss that would send me spiraling in a vertigo of love and lust. How can I even describe the torment that lays within my soul and that is cause by the emptiness of my bed, by the chair next to me now empty. I toss and turn in my sleep when I dream of you and your love, those endless nights that would exhaust us both with passion within our blood, with lustful eyes seeking each other’s bodies, for secret places where to kiss and to caress. I would forever keep within my mind the rapid thumping of your heart as we lay in each other’s arms. It is now twelve at night and I doze off in my bed thinking of those greater days. Tomorrow I shall lay once again awake thinking of you and those greater days, once more








