Lying here, in our room, in our bed, I wait for you. Has it been days, or weeks, months or hours since we last spoke, held each other, gazed into our eyes and shared breath and heat. The room is empty without you, the light of the candles bringing a glow to keep away the shadows. The house is quiet, the children long in bed, and all at rest except my thoughts. My thoughts are filled with you, with memories of your face, your voice, your shape, the feel of your body, the heat that fills you, the scent of your arousal, the taste of your desire. I squirm upon the bed, memories drawing a flush, phantom images and needful aches awakening. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to lose myself in fantasy before you get home but I restrain myself, one hand lightly touching the gold neck around my neck, the memory of you and our love, the other lightly kneading at the covers. You'll be home soon, and I'll greet you, welcoming you home to this place, into my arms and sharing the love that I feel. I am yours, and you are mine, and this night, we shall again be one.

Art ©  mrawl

Niah ©  akeashar

Link to artist's post: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18437040/

A pic I got for my love,  lunar-orchid of Niah waiting for her mate Toriana to return home, anticipating her arrival.