Thinking of You (Fingers wondering aimless along computer keyboard)

I was thinking
Of writing
A sex-drenched poem
Soaked in the juices
Of your love
From last Friday night

I was thinking
Of words
Describing flesh, tongues
And nails
Creating pleasure
Of intoxicating descriptions
Lit by candles in your living room

I was thinking
Really
(Believe me)
I was thinking
Of your ankles on my shoulders

But, I thought of you
This morning
Brushing away your hair
Your head on my shoulder
Wanting to be held

I thought of you
Listening
Supporting
Accepting you

And I thought of you
As my friend
Lover
Between passion and solitude
We can enjoy each others company