He hasn't touched her intimately in weeks, almost close to a month.
She hasn't touched him intimately in years unless he initiates the touch.
He can see the desire in her eyes
The  fire like licking flames yet won't make a move because she awaits his move
but of the routine he has become tired
so the flames smolder.
He wonders why like she does but their wonders are the same yet slightly different.
He wonders why she won't touch him and be the initiator like he has always been,
Always waiting on him to begin.
Doesn't she realize that being seen as desirable is part of being a man?
Someone to be touch, held, kissed,and loved, and have love made to him
Not always being the one to make the love?
He knows she touches herself and Wonders who's she thinks of,
Others or him.
Somewhere in her mind she may think he has a lover
When he doesn't because he loves her
Plus he doesn't have time to waste  or is interested in putting in time to get to know another.
His back bent from carrying his on baggage and the weight of others.
She carries her own to,seems the world's a struggle.
Coexisting yet not living
Somewhere they made a blunder
Was it true love or the lack thereof,lust
torn asunder.
He could reach for her and she'd surrender,
But with disciplined he waits to be touched by her.
© Vaga Pesoj