“Her”
As my lonely mind wanders, I’m thinking about ” her”, the one of my new and improved life. I see the faintness of a visage, a shadow afar. I can only imagine what she looks like. I imagine her eyes telling me what I wish to know.
I pray for the opportunity to whisper “sweet nothings” into her ear. I yearn to taste one tender, inviting kiss, the one that will light up my senses, to feel her soft and delicate hands grasping for mine to say hello with a warm and sensual embrace.
I feel that she is beautiful, not looking for Adonis, but an “ordinary joe” such as me. I want to draw her nearer to me. My Latin blood rushes to my head causing an explosion of desire. My heart beats a mile a minute. I smell the vacant air, the aroma of come-hither.
To my surprise I’m now shaking from the coolness that rushes over me. I reach for a blanket and roll over, silently crying myself back to rest, wishing that I had “HER”.
