Poem : Who Will Make Me His Husband?

My body was aching, aching for a human touch;

My soul was hollow, to be filled with drops of love.

I met him online, in search of companionship;

I knew sex is the first step of such superfluous relationships.

I was ready, ready to strip and be naked in front of him,

In hope that the route to his heart will start from beneath.

Passionately we were into each other and time passed by,

It was so nice, but then I waited alone for him to reply.

My pain, my cravings, my feelings my love; still waiting for the man;

Who will unwrap me, kiss my forehead and make me his husband?