Un Cuarto De Hora

As I lay here in my bed,  memories come running to my head,  I close my eyes, and I see you staring down at me,  I sense your hand touching my face,  and I can't help but wonder, am I in your head as you are in mine,  would you hear me, if I call out your name in the dark,  and if I reach out my hand, would you feel it touch your face. I must confess, I still dream of your bed ....

Driving on my way home the other night I realized the lack  romance in my life, I miss it, I want it, I need it, and not so much  because  of the person but for the fact that it feels like nothing else in this world,  all I am looking for is just a little romanticism, letting  that special someone see through to the true, soft and delicate side of you,  the touch of mystery and complicity that comes with it,  that feeling that makes you surrender all your barriers,  I miss that feeling that nothing else exits in this world but you and him. Men have  become indifferent and  forgotten their sense of chivalry,  women have become hard and no longer know what  courtship  means,  so much that now sex seems like a ATM transaction, go to cashier, insert card, get money, take card, leave; T hey want it in, out, done with and bye bye;  what did ever happen to en...