The Missing Luxury

The thing i miss the most sometimes Is just a touch. I miss that kiss on my forehead My lovely dreams at night instead Of nightmares, And opening my eyes with you in view. Who needs a better morning tho? Us in our bed, legs tangled under blankets And your soft hand in mine. I'll be sincere Having you near That's all I ever needed to feel strong To never feel wrong And to feel woman, for just a little while. I think of it as a Superstition in my head Crawling in my bed And waking up from time to time to remind me That a man is not a necessity, it's a luxury But late at the end of today I realize; That luxury is all i need to feel whole inside At least for one night.