Mind Games

Each night,
I miss your mint,
in mornings, like my coffee,
and in between
we ride on our breaths,
play, wind and unwind.

I wake up
on a crumpled sheet,
caress to find it moist,
pillows strewn hither thither,
as too is the girdle
sprawled upside down.

My eyes veiled in pink,
lips sore,
nails blunt,
hair disheveled,
and my skin
wearing goose bumps.

I miss you again at coffee,
with each hot sip
my lips turn blue,
sipping till the spout
runs out of steam
and the heady brew

My toes wriggle and wiggle,
below the cambric
more in hope they twitch
to tease yours
in playful lust
for respite.