I've got the toy.
It usually works, gets me there on nights like this when you're not here and my body won't settle,
but tonight my hands keep stopping,

keep thinking about the weight of you,
the real weight, the way you fill me.

I push it deeper.
Think about last time,
your name tearing out of me before I could stop it,
the sheets under me, wet, and you didn't stop,
made me scream,

and I'm here now working this toy,
hips rolling, the sound of it,
my fingers on my clit,

and I cum.

It's nothing like you,
and I lie here after, toy still inside me, fingers still wet,
the room too quiet,
thinking about you inside me, 

the sounds you make 
when I can't,
and you don't stop.

Please,

come 

Home.