Why do you need to be needed?
And love to be loved by?
Care to be cared for?
And wish to remembered
By the ones you've known?
Why do you stay awake past twelve?
Tossing and turning on a chilly winter night.
Reaching out for the cold, empty side of the bed.
Only to lie still on the white sheets
Stained with dark coffee that he once spilled.
Taking in a deep breath
As you shut your eyes close
Why do you long to be caressed by?
Your forehead to be kissed?
And your lips to be touched?
Sensation of which send shivers down your spine.
At the end of a long, gloomy day
Why do you slide into that unwashed shirt?
That still smells of the perfume that he use
Why does it comfort you?
Getting lost into the memories
Of days and of nights,
And of times you have spent together.
Why has it become a necessity?
To feel his warm breath on your neck
Only thing to warm you up on a cold night?
What valid explanation do you have?
Now that you are addicted
To the taste of his lips
That reeks strongly of red wine.
Holding your hand and pulling you close
As he passionately grips on your waist,
Why do you blush everytime?
When his fingers run down your back
Sliding against your curved hips
Why does it ekindle the flames within?
Why do you long for it?
And wish to experience it all?
Yet another time.