I remember this as the title to an old Linda Ronstadt song my mom used to listen to and I always
thought it was as sad as it was enticing. I think about the title now as I cuddle in my bed and day-dream
of you, before I fall asleep and dream for real of what we did last time and what I want to do our next
time together.

It’s not so much that I spend my waking hours letting my libido run free but when I get these moments,
trying to fall asleep in my whisper-thin nightie or when I feel a bit flushed going to or coming from
wherever because a flash of your face and body enter my recall…God ,the naughty scenes that come
into my head. They are slow-motion movie moments that always star you. I have to run out of rooms
because I am blushing too much or scoot the side of my pillow against my quivering chest and slowly
down between my legs so I can…

Ok, enough of that! There’s no use me going on like this without you here; a girl can only take so much
longing. I will try and sleep again tonight, toss and turn in my fevered imaginings and hope you’ll call or
email me soon.

Waiting for that someone to lay down beside me, that someone always being you.