Insomniac
She waits for midnight.
She waits for the moon
to shine through her window.
With a wink
it lights her world.
An insomniac,
she never sleeps.
And when darkness arrives,
she creeps.
A freak.
She waits for silence.
She waits for the whisper
of fabric against skin.
Clothes being pushed and pulled
sideways.
An insomniac,
she never sleeps.
But the sweetest dreams
come while she’s wide awake.
Her hands.
His hands.
She waits for the first noise.
She waits for the “okay”
His hands roam freely
Skin against skin
whispering a language
she didn’t know
She curses his name for making her
crazy.
Crazy to think her own hands could ever
replace his.
She waits for her heart to slow.
She waits patiently.
An insomniac,
she never sleeps.
She waits for him.
She waits for sunrise.