Unsatisfied

Missing Kashka so much, feeling less wholesome without her.
Yearning for her presence, less than contented with fresh
memories.

Driving home, without noticing anything, aware only of Kashka.
The space is more empty, I am more empty, and I must eat.

Meat and salad, the flesh sizzles, I'm in tranced reverie.
Kashka's nakedness floats into my arms whispering fantasies.

Stirred by the smell of overcooked burntness.
The food is awkward, swallowing almost painful.

I feel alone, tiredness comes quickly, I wish I'd not eaten.
Undressed, I take pleasure in my liberated bareness.

Recognising the welcome familiar scent.
I don't wash away the odour of our love.

The unaccompanied bed is unwelcoming, I turn to the space.
Wrapping the pillow, my parted lips and erection press urgently.

My touch is her warm pressed hand.
Tingling from its exacting vibrancy.

I'm overpowered with flooding loin sensations.
I feel alive, it's all too brief, it won't outlive my desires.

The flow ebbs and darkness endlessly encroaches.
The withdrawal is unwanted, go away, go away.

I'm deluged with bed-lonesomeness,
I crave unconsciousness.

Tormented and warmed by her.