Moroccan mint has soothed me
into a heightened state tonight.
The fan spins its usual melody
as electricity runs through my veins.
I am mesmerized as images of you
run through my repertoire of sensuous-acts.
Make-believe fragrances of your
sweet-essence takes me to forbidden places.
My searching-hands know no bounds as I play out
our passion play in the confines of my empty bed.
You cannot hear my deep sighs, see my sensual actions,
or feel the consummation of my fiery-desire,
but somehow, I know you know
your spirit is here in mutual satisfaction,
poles apart & a million miles away.