I sometimes think of the future. Wondering if, ever again, there will be someone lying next to me in bed I can’t wait to make love to again. You know the kind. You wake them up in the middle of the night because you want them or you feel them touching you. They want you. Oh! To feel that wanted again. Not just sex. Not just a needy fuck. A sweet passionate love making. Sex at bedtime. Sex upon waking. The touching. The leg patting in public. The pecks on the cheek. The long second date kisses. You’re familiar with them now. You kiss them the way they want. The way you want it.
I wonder if I’ll ever have that again. I hope you can still experience this in heaven. It’d be awful to only experience this on Earth.