I want you

The pink lace bits of it tempt me
From the foot rest
Left behind as a reminder
Of a forlorn quest

Gone without a kiss
Or a come hither
It reminds me
Of what I miss thither

The ache of need
And want for comfort
Urgency of desire
And the force of effort

In its stead the pink lace bits
So temptingly near
Reminding and reminding
Of the words I won't hear