By Simone Templare st616@hotmail.com
Date: 1 July 1999

When Will It End?

My loneliness consumes me

I may be healthy physically, but gravely ill emotionally

I feel down . . . not having someone to share my
heart, body and soul with

I feel the need to have a girl in my arms,
sharing the warmth of her body

To feel the softness of her cheeks against mine

To toil with her hair, twirling it with my index finger

To feel the vibrations of her speaking beside my heart

To have her fingers intertwined with mine

To hear her breathing while observing the gentle rise
and fall of her chest

To place my hands on her arms when I see goose bumps

To smell her hair, her neck and remark how her scent gives me a high


Only then will I know that my loneliness is finally over