Sometimes I reach for you in the middle of the night,
Realizing you're not there, I curl into a ball, so very tight.
I miss your arms around me, nice and strong,
And the way you look into my eyes so very long,
Until I get lost, and tell you through my mind,
To kiss me and have the passion unwind.
Closing my eyes is something I don't want to do,
Because it robs me of being able to look at you.
But I do, because I know it's not polite,
Not at all, to stare, and by you I want to do right.
I hold your body against mine still,
And let you do what you will.
I let your fingers caress me,
And let come what shall be.
And then I see that you're not there,
That you're not even near.
So I hide the tears, and close my eyes,
And pretend that we're together, you and I.
Until I fall asleep,
Thinking of you holding me.
