Pining for him …
His wanton lips asking to be kissed,
hair my fingers seek to thread,
eyes kind,
enticing,
drawing me into their depths,
reaching, searching,
our gaze knit.

In his warm enveloping love,
I feel its depth, its honesty,
adoration wells in my chest.
Love strong, tender,
in give and take.
I love….
I am loved.

His gentle lips touch
mine,
leaving….
to trail kisses upon my neck;
quickening breath, eyelids close
I swim in the emotional sensation of him.

A moan escapes me,
frustration snatches
my daydreaming and
reality slaps me in the face,
emotions scalpel pierces my heart.
Oh, how I wish he was real…

My yearning screams….
as emptiness rushes my soul.

2000

01/28/2002

Posted on 01/28/2002
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