Pining is such an old fashioned word

and yet, it is truly my experience.

I rock on my front porch,

fan myself languidly,

and sigh.

My desire is that you come

sit beside me on my porch swing

and hold my hand

as we talk quietly

about the events of the day.

I thirst for sweet tea

and the sight of lightning bugs

and your kiss

at the corner of my mouth.

My body aches for you

to come to bed with me,

slide between my crisp white sheets

then move gently between

my soft white thighs

and love me.

You see when I am pining

lust is not enough.

Only love

and the feel of your body

will satisfy my

yearning heart.