Clutching the dirty shirt you left behind, I breathe in your scent, pressing it to my face. I can never get enough of you, much like an addict who is dying for their fix. The ache of your absence pierces my heart, and I fight back the tears that are welling up as I take your shirt to my bedroom and place it next to my pillow so that I can fall asleep with your scent lingering beside me. When I close my eyes at night, the...

I miss the smile Greeting me in the mornings. I miss the voice Whispering sweet nothings. * I miss the kiss which came with a hug. I miss the high but it now comes with a tug. * Time flies so fast People can change In a fleeting moment One can turn strange. * One moment You are the star The next moment They're away, so far. * I miss the one Who made me smile He is just around, but Like thousands and a mile. * What could h...

The ball drops The chimes sound Fireworks exploding A New Year comes around Standing together Dark hair framed in flame I love you more deeply I need to exclaim As I look into your eyes Dark whirlpools churning Filling my soul Only for you, I'm yearning The old year is gone With all of its trials In with the new We will fill it with smiles Twelve months more For us to be as one Making me the happiest Under the sun I look...

Our heady daysof sex surpriseset us ablazebetween our thighsand masked the fearthat nothing moremade us adhereat thirty-four. The sweaty heatof burning lustmade Hope's conceitincongruous. Your desperate grasp,my frenzied kiss,our unveiled gasp,left us remiss. The Future gavethis to impart:"Though you've been brave,you’re best apart." Razed callously,we steeply fell.Now, wondrously,I wish you well. Yes, on Love’s Day,I wis...

May we returnto the place, we've never been? I knew you oncewhen we were young,you must have livedbefore. Yearning for a timewhen youth enveloped me in joy;were you there? It seems you must have beenthough impossible,to be sure.Not yet born. But living,alive,in my yearning for that time. Knowing the pleasures,the moods of sharingthe precious timestogether. Browsing,fingers touching each other,along with the books upon the...

“... and she was saying how lonely she is. You know, we really must invite her round soon,” Rose was saying, as they were eating their breakfast one Monday morning. “Yes, dear, whatever you say,” Kevin mumbled into his newspaper and went back to reading the match report of Saturday’s big game. “You didn't hear a word I said,” said Rose, slightly irritated. “Erm, what dear? What was it were you saying?” replied Kevin, putt...

Nostalgia yearns for places never found,We search in hope, with joy, and trusting sighs;Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.The hollow echoes with a birdlike sound,A song is heard, it crests and gently dies;Nostalgia yearns for places never found.We found a love that shared a common groundWhere both of us had suffered burns from lies;Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.A gentle touch said all my hope...

A feeling inside causes my fingers to gently quiverA search for a deeper connection with someone, anyoneTo have actual physical contact with anotherMy manly rough skin still awaiting to be caressed, or even touchedA heart inside that beats irregularMissing that singular extra thumpHanded to me by another, to protect and watch overLips that have never been kissed, in any show of deep affectionA fire still burns within my v...