DESIRE

I miss being desired.
Desire. I miss
short-breath pant
how I want you 
now desire.
I miss can't stop
staring, putting
my hands on you
desire. I miss
why are you still
in those clothes
desire, I wish I 
could have you
every moment
every day desire.
I miss, let's eat
then spend the
rest of our time
soaking in each
other's sweat
desire. I miss
I can't stand
when I can't just
reach over and touch
you desire.

© Valerie Bridgeman
November 18, 2013