Sheets rumpled and in disarray,
Wrinkled and sharply creased,
The result of frequent and unrestrained
Movement.
Bare skin on 300 thread count cotton,
Shiny and wet with perspiration,
Heat and strong desire lead to
Restless agitations in the sticky humidity.
Hands rush through hair and
Then grab at air and feet are
Kicking the pillows off of the bed,
Adding to the malcontented atmosphere.
Tossing and turning and
Frustration cohabitating with need,
Feelings of sharp lust bring forth the question:
Why am I alone?
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