Longing

Waiting to see that face
Those eyes I want to look into
Like waves of the sea

To kiss those lips
Pink, soft, warm
Waiting for his touch

Longing to hear that low loving sound
Rock me to sleep.

The warmth of his touch
The softness of his kiss
The need in his eyes

Movement from his mouth
How happy he is to see me well
And then he is gone

Till the next time I lay my head on the pillow