Pining is such an old fashioned word
and yet, it is truly my experience.
I rock on my front porch,
fan myself languidly,
and sigh.
My desire is that you come
sit beside me on my porch swing
and hold my hand
as we talk quietly
about the events of the day.
I thirst for sweet tea
and the sight of lightning bugs
and your kiss
at the corner of my mouth.
My body aches for you
to come to bed with me,
slide between my crisp white sheets
then move gently between
my soft white thighs
and love me.
You see when I am pining
lust is not enough.
Only love
and the feel of your body
will satisfy my
yearning heart.
