Empty

You.
What?
You love me?
Prove it.

Make it so I can't get out go to bed, unless you are there rubbing my temples for me, caressing the stress of the day until it melts under your strong hands.
Make it so the first thought in my morning-weary head is about you.
And while I'm tossing and turning, twisting up my sheets at night- it's because I'm dreaming of you.

Prove it.
Make it so during my day, all the little things make me want you.
That man's shirt- the exact shade of your cappuccino eyes.
that mahogany table reminds me of your hair.
Make me walk around like a love-lorn zombie.
Under your spell.
You are all I can concentrate on.
Your goofy smile, so full of glinting white teeth.
Your strong shoulders, the way the soft hair on your tanned arm tickles my neck when you rest your arm on my shoulder.

I love you,
but can you make me tingle with
that burning passion
I've only heard about?

Rain your words of love on me.
Touch me with your worker's hands,
delicate like birds,
but strong and calloused.

Make me do it.
Make me pine.
Make me dote on you.
I want to burn.

What was that?
Too much effort?

Yeah, that's what I figured.

And so I will rest here,
devoid and derelict.

Please fill me.