You...
How is it that you touch me?
Engulfed in who you are, what you are...
My mind is filled with pictures of you
The air breathes the essence of your very scent
The night hold memories, dreams and fantasies of you
My flesh cries out, to touch the softness of your skin
My eyes burn to see but a glimpse of your silhouette
My lips desire the taste of yours
My heart, my heart
Where has it gone?
My will, how is it broken?
My desire, is all but consuming
The morning light, the night sky, the wind and the rain, the heat of the day
This is where you are
You...
How is it that you touch me?