Awake at 3am, I stir restlessly
As I think of your soft lips
In contrast to your hard cock
And the warmth of your skin.
I miss the taste of your kisses
While you’re away at work.
You work all night, four nights a week,
And I am left to fall asleep so uneasily,
Your side of the bed so empty and cold.
When you return to me, come morning,
I am relieved from this loneliness,
To be in your arms again, safe, loved.
Awake until just after dawn, I finally rest,
Until your gentle touch wakes me again.