Sometimes…

Sometimes at night

the aloneness is cold,

no one beside me

I’m feeling lost and old.

It’s time like these

that I yearn for more,

a soft warm loving body

like a wave seeking shore.

That soft nuzzle in the dark

an ever gentle soft touch,

the company of another

is that asking too much?

In the world of many

one and one make two,

but in the world of love

there’s unity that’s true.

I lay there at night

and recall them all

the number doesn’t matter

some short… some tall.

Two bodies entwined

in what most call spooning,

the merging of curves

with no need of a tuning.

All the delights of nature

with her grand geometry,

no filling, no spaces

only complete symmetry.

I miss those moments

nuzzling in her hair,

all those female scents

blending from everywhere.

A little flick of my tongue

even a butterfly kiss,

these are the joys

from the past I miss.

The wandering of a hand

gentle scratch of a nail,

igniting that spark

it would seldom fail.

I long for the smells

the perfume with the sweat,

from head to toe

and the middle where they met.

The flavors so salty,

and oh the taste,

from her ears and lips

down to her waist.

Like a gardener in his yard

trying to make things grow,

never in a rush but trying to please

and go so very slow.

The sliding and laughing

on the sheets of satin,

so soft and slippery

so damn bad for traction.

Caring for those areas

making them just so moist,

drawing whimpers of joy

sometimes screams of rejoice.

As the moment subsides

I’d gaze into her eyes,

and smile at her lips

as she released those sighs.

Now in my sixties

I’m far from dead,

but on nights like this

it’s these memories I dread.

Sometimes at night

the aloneness is cold,

no one beside me

I’m feeling lost and old.

Gary R. Cramer

July 15, 2014