Am I boring you?

I can feel the inch by inch space that begins to etch between us,
cutting us right down to the T.
I can feel those lips getting tired.
Gripped hands wanting more.
Oh, how I wish I could give you more of me.
I’ve given you everything. Every ounce of my being.
My cards are laid out flat. I’ve shown it all.
Yet, the deep desire burning in the pit of your stomach…
It isn’t fulfilled.
Our hands barely interlocked.
Conversations fading.
Silence falling amongst us.
My biggest fear would be that I wouldn’t be enough.
And here I am, laying bare wrapped in the warmth of white sheets.
Oh, how I miss those arms wrapped around my waist.
Your chin resting on my head. Your chest rising and falling against my back.
I lay there still on my side.
Listening to your snores disappear into the dark.
I lay still.