This is My Torture...

I only get little bits and pieces of you...
glimpses, tantilizingly sweet...
yet frustratingly brief...
the thought of how you would fit in my arms...
the feel of you pressed against me...
falling into your eyes...
running my hands through your hair...
the taste of your lips on mine,
exchanging breath...life...

sweet dreams, unrealized dreams
this is my torture...

visions of you standing there...
arms so loving...legs so inviting...
needing to know how they feel wrapped around me...
bare breasts against my skin...
how your neck feels against my lips...
how warm and soft you are inside...

sweet needs, unfulfilled needs
this is my frustration...

longing for your hands on my body...
exploring, feeling, caressing...
the gentleness in your touch...
the wildness in your passion...
and the beating of your heart...

sweet longings, burning needs
this is my obsession...