I long for his hands

to caress me.

For his loving words

to stroke my ears.

I long for passion

and wonder-filled

excitement,

but this escapes me

just a whisper 

from my grasp,

a continuance

of my fears.

I long for his 

undivided attention

and wish he'd ache

for my soft 

inviting lips.

I long for his display

of strong desire,

to feel his limbs

wrapped around my

writhing hips.

But my longing

goes unanswered,

much to my hearts 

dismay.

I sit with only

lonely tears 

to comfort me,

knowing I've continued

longing, yet another day.