The night is long and lonely I sit alone by the blaring screen watching the lights of the city glow with ever-increasing intensity. Reaching out waiting for a human touch, a warm glow of a heart beating. Missing the fullness of her moist, glistening and sensuous lips; the rich flavor and tapestry of one special person to crease the sheets of my bed, my soul.

             Her hair falling gently on my face her breasts heaving with the fullness of life, loves and lusts. The scent of her body as if a bouquet of a fine wines intoxicating my mind and being.

             The sun peers thought the panes of glass ... I awake and she is gone only her scent lingers on and on and on.