I lay peacefully in a quiet haze of contentment.
Your warm hand possessively covering my breast your body folded around mine.
This is more intimate than I ever expected or thought I would allow.
I cherish this feeling for it is fleeting.
You will walk away.
When will you return?
This thought pushes me frontward.
I’m not one to flounder yet by writing this I prove myself a liar.
The lie means I feel and I am afraid.
I will struggle and I will hesitate but I will be here waiting for you to return, to fold you into my arms, take you into my bed, and into my heart.
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