Standing in the kitchen, naked in the dark, only dim yellow light from the clock,
I listen to my heart beat, the sounds of a silent house
Something woke me, told me to see if you were awake somewhere
I add the numbers, it's too early for you, too late for me
I cup my breast, wishing it were your hand squeezing me, fingers stroking the soft skin, thumb waking my nipple
Both my hands now, pretending to be you, warm, gentle, making my nipples stand, waiting for your lips
I lean my hip against the counter, trace my lips with my fingers, one hand traveling my side, my hip, my thighs.
And now there is no dark kitchen
no quiet creaking house
just you
I hear your voice, you kiss my mouth, my chest, my breasts, your hands sliding smoothly, sliding down, squeezing my ass, pulling me into you,
Into the heat of your body, your cock against my stomach
Your touch doesn't stop pleasing me, sweeping over me, traveling my skin

My hand dips between my legs and I feel your phantom tongue begin to taste me, as I lean back against the sink
Your fingers holding me up, gentle and determined, curled, intensity increasing as I move against myself
Your cock glides into me now, my leg wrapped over your hip as you fuck me hard, the cabinet handle in my back,
I don't care
I cum against the you that is not here,
I cum joyfully, flooding you, the you that that isn't
Hands I will never feel press my hips into nothingness, the cock I won't taste, lips I'll never kiss
I cry now in the dark, my juices running down my legs
Crazy to feel this bereft of something I will never have
I'm fucking nuts