Lost and lonely.
Longing for affection.
Kind words, a touch, a loving connection.
Needing someone.
Tears of pain.
A friend, a lover,
To relieve the strain.
Thoughts of flight, a quiet knock.
Too late, it turns,
The key in the lock.
A face of warmth, then one more.
Gentle footsteps across the floor.
Guiding.
Leading.
Wanting to soothe.
Touching, caressing, soft and smooth.
A double bed.
Where a couple should be.
Where once was two, now there’s three.
Writhing.
Clenching.
Needing to feel.
Fingers probe, aching to heal.
Taking tears, no words to say.
Love and affection.
Not ‘she’, but they.
