Lucy

Feeling the blues at night;

Without your touch
The resonance of your soft murmur
Lingers after the image of your sleep on my bed,
Along with your smell

Of your hair, your skin
your drool?
Our bodies, weaved together
Of kisses and caresses

Soft and warm
An explosion,
Like a burst aneurysm
Of course,

a million times more pleasurable.

Until the next time our lips meet,
My mind can only seek you in dreams