This
day and all its dreariness,
The
rain, the clouds of gray,
Make
me desire you even more,
Than
I did yesterday.
I
wish that I could be there,
Lying
close, there in our bed,
Demands
on me, won't set me free,
And
I stay here instead.
If
I were there, I'd touch your hair,
I'd
kiss your nose and cheek,
I'd
put my finger to your lips,
Each
time you'd try to speak.
I'd
hold you close and tell you all
The
love that's in my heart,
And
as your lips were pressed on mine,
In
rapture they would part.
I'd
rub you gently, head to toe,
In
manners that would please,
Then
with your breath, upon my ear,
Dear,
you would try to tease.
Soon
we would both be lost in love,
With
passions near afire,
Two
hearts that beat as only one,
Consumed
in our desire.
We'd
do all things that lovers do,
And
do them all again,
And
we would never be aware,
Of
dreariness and rain.
But
dear...I'm here, and you are there,
Alone
as it must be,
And
if the choice were mine to make,
Then
you would be with me.
I'll
pass away this dreary day,
Alone...with
thoughts of you,
And
think about what could have been,
If
I were there with you.
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