Thoughts Around 1:20 am

I stare into a cold, cold tv set
with thoughts of your sweet kiss
lingering in my cloudy mind.
Something sad is going on in the show
but I hardly notice because
something sad is what I know.
At this very moment, I lay awake,
and it is so very late,
but I long for the warmth
of your smooth, smooth skin.
I long for a taste of your tounge,
for a wiff of your fragrence
of which I know so well.
I will lay here all night
thinking of what will be
as you come to me
in the afternoon of tomorrow.