Yesterday, I cried when they put her to sleep, so young , so beautiful.
Yesterday, I smiled when she awoke. Tripping baby.
Yesterday I slept as did she, in the comfort of the warm duvet of her single bed.
Yesterday, I woke and sneaked out, not to wake her, logging on; quietly hoping.
Yesterday, messanger messages spilled into my delicate space and it felt comforting.
Yesterday, we laughed and we thought, we explained, we accepted, we sexily suggested...each other. Wanting, each other.
Yesterday, relaxing into his lovely desires, a comfort, a Fluent Floyd, I shared the need.
Yesterday, 'I want to hear you...'
Yesterday, ' let me just nip upstairs...'
Yesterday, hard and loud...and better than a Wednesday could possibly be, my desire twisted and turned down the invisible phone waves...packing into a tight and expanding voicemail...
Yesterday, you made my desire sweeter with your sweetness: I want more. We do. Both. Soon, over the Pennines.
