Nights when it's raining you feel to your side. You feel her presence and you look around, even standing, tampering with the sheets.
Reaching for your phone it just doesn't feel right. Laying the phone back down, you regret probably everything you just sent her. Frustrated that you're laying on your bed alone.
In your head you move your hand slowly through her hair. Slipping your fingers along her soft cheek. Down to her arm, you touch her much more firmly now, as you did not want to hurt her before. At this point she has felt love and care, to safety and confidence. Raising her hand to you're lips you look up at her eyes. Brown like sweet coffee, and wakes you up all the same. Slowly, you can see your hand shake like it has for years. With a little anger and rigid, natural physical attraction you put your thumb into the crevice of her hip. Squeezing and lifting her up. In the background Chet Baker plays, "I fall in love too easily" and the smoke from the black cherry Incense clings to the ceiling. A dim candle lights up the room just enough that you can see the end of every curve on her body, ready to jump off them into a pool of fresh warm water, with the consistency of silk you slide through it like a fish. Laying her down on her back you move your hand to her butt, giving a squeeze almost meant to hurt her, but to show her your serious, and she's the only one for you. Kissing along her calf and inner thigh, she's ready. Gripping her thigh so tight and moving your hips between hers. Massaging your hands up to her face. In reality she would hesitate but in your head she flips you over on your back. Next she mov-
She texted you back saying she's mad that you're ignoring her. You answer with more random words. She doesn't think you want to talk to her. You tell her you're thinking of her and you just want her there with you. She says me too but she can't. She never can.
You love her. You want to be with her forever. The time she spends with and without you adds up. When it comes time to make a decision-which is a decision everyone comes to eventually-wether to stay with her or leave her, you close your eyes and look at all the times it has rained. How many of those was she with you.
Now baby, I know back then it was only games and we were only kids, but every time that it rained and I felt for you all I got a hold of was sheets, I think it's time for me to go.
Sadly it is, I must go and live my life, perhaps run into someone who will be next to me when I reach across my bed for her. Where the only dreaming of her I will do is when I'm at work so she doesn't have to be.