The Night Shift

Every night since you've gone I sleep on both sides of the bed as if to reenact sleeping with you... If I switch sides quickly enough I feel the warmth from my own body as if you were beside me... Back and forth wrapped around my body pillow as if it were you I hear myself breathing in my pillow in my own ear... Perhaps my sin was falling for you so quickly my fantasy lover then again would you want a man who sleeps with himself to keep warm... I need you like salt storing you in my body to taste the salt of your skin sweating you when passion overwhelms me... ~ ~ ~ ~