The lingering absence

In a dimly lit bedroom, a young woman with long, flowing hair lay on her back, wearing only a pair of pink panties. Her slender legs were crossed, and her small, firm breasts pressed against the soft fabric of the printed panties. The air was thick with desire as she gazed at the man who had just left the room, his presence still lingering. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the longing that had become her constant companion. The night promised more secrets and unspoken desires, but all she could do was wait for him to return.