Alone
Another night , sitting , waiting ,
wanting desperately to feel a touch .
No not a sinful touch , a simple one.
An embrace can mean so very much .
Sure , I sit tonight( by choice) alone.
Feeling a touch of simple pleasure
done at any time , for any reason
seems to me like a minor treasure .
Yet I know that in a loving grasp
lies a promise , the goal , eternity .
Though , forever , in a lovers arms
right now seems like pure fantasy.
