Alone

Hunger, anticipation, loneliness....

I don't like to be alone. For the past few days I've been Mom, a job which I'm very good at. I love my children, they mean the world to me, I do not and will not ever expose them to situations they are entirely too young to understand.

Yet, it leaves me empty, wanting to be touched and held, longing to snuggle up to a warm body during the long night. Thoughts of midnight stirrings and moonlight love making arouse my senses, I grow warm with need.

The need to be 'one' with another.