C,
I miss
the sudden pause
as your breath is caught
by the surprising
but expected sensation
of your hand
stroking your manhood,
at my direction.
The whisper of your voice
deepens and shakes
as I tell you
all the things I would do;
the places
I would brush
with the tips of my fingers,
the tender parts
my teeth would nibble,
if I could only reach
more than your ear.
I miss the way
you call my name
at that moment
when I tell you
it’s time
to stop
holding back.
The nights
without your body
lying beside mine
are too long,
and too short
when I can touch you,
so tonight
let us pretend we’re together.
Answer the phone.