Raging Desire

It's Saturday night, and the phone rings as men seek companionship from me, one whose heart has willingly been taken hostage, a heart belonging to only one man...you. Oceans apart, but my soul longs for your sweet seductive songs that I dream of as you whisper tender promises into a naive ear while I yearn for the fulfillment that only you can provide. You are the only man who will ever touch my breasts or kiss these hungry lips. Am I delusional in my belief that I will be happy...? That we will be happy...? Is it conceivable that we will become lovers...? You make me smile through tangled wires although in the light of day I drift through crowded corridors...faceless rabble... Furiously frustrated! Empty. Alone. These days I am much happier in the dark. I read your verse, and I am shaken, moved as never before, chained in a corner... Only you have the key. Saturday nights are the most difficult, especially when the phone rings, and I feel... Nothing! For yours is the only voice that I need to hear, your gentle voice; I am happy, for a while, at least. So I wait for the day when our eyes meet, and I am finally able to JUMP into those strong arms. You are my eternal ride... Only you.