The touch of
Whispers in your ear
Gently spoken
Raising hairs
The caress of
Fingers against your cheek
Silently caressing
Stirring passion
The pressure of
Tongue against your lips
Insistent cravings
Kindling hunger
And yet,
Waiting for the
Return to ardent arms
So willing to embrace
Intimately close
Hungering for the
Scent of their essence
Enveloping within hidden
Confined space
Begging for any touch
Of sustenance
Keeping harmony in check
Love in place
Leaves you
Senseless
Empty
Numb
Without them.
