In the Night

In the night I lay quietly still.

Eyes closed, my thoughts are of him.

If he was here, I would love him

as though this night was my last.

If he was here, I would kiss him,

every inch of him…caress him entirely.

I would love him the whole night through.

If he was here, my being would be penetrated.

And as the pleasures seep deep into my mind and body,

my thoughts of him would exist for a lifetime.

For he is an entity to be explored forever.

Yes, if he was here….Ooooh, I wish that were so.

written by Joan Farley Nyobe

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About jfarley53

Being 56 is wonderful. I have so many new and jumbled insights on life.
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