I Really Miss It

It's been so long since I felt a man pressed against me in bed but the memory of it is crystal clear. Warm and safe with a strong arm around my waist, steady breathing against my hair. To be able to snuggle back into him when I wake through the night and fall back to sleep. That blissful moment of half wakefulness in the morning when hands start to wander and breathing gets faster. Feeling his heart pound against me, knowing it is beating for me, knowing I am wanted, needed and desired.
I sleep alone, but always on one side of the bed. I keep one side free because maybe one day there will be someone to hold me again.