Nights

Nights likes these
When the sound of the wind
hums a lullaby against my windows
I find myself missing you

Nights like these
When the cold air sneaks under my blanket & cause my skin to rise
I find myself needing you

Nights like these
When my lips are lonely and
My own arms hold me
I find myself desiring you

Nights like these
When your side of the bed remains abandoned and you unseen
I find myself trying to seek you

Nights like these
I long to feel the warmth of
your skin against my own and
wrap my legs around your being

Nights like these…
Where are you?

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