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.