I want to be a that for you

I lie on my bed and my imagination , thinking of running my hands all over your body, humming softly as i massage you, relishing the touch of your skin beneath my fingers
As you drift to some place between consciousness and and sleep I press my lips between your naked shoulders and your approval slips from your mouth in a quiet sigh, an exhale that's part moan and part whimper
'Don't worry, Maebe's gonna take care of you today'. I know you're tired from your trip, and I don't mind doing the work right now. I want you...
My thoughts are interuppted by an awareness of my body moving. I'm writhing on my own bed, alone. I can taste the desire on my own breath, I want you so badly. A single tear rolls down my cheek...