Your spirit reaches out to me,
Yearning over a thousand miles.
The wake of your presence,
It sits lightly on my mind.
You excite me,
By just pursing your lips.
You entice me,
With every sway of your hips.

I inhale with pleasure,
Your fading scents,
Deep into my lungs,
To remember times spent.
My eyes close,
So your image cannot escape.
Burned into my retina,
A landmark on my mental landscape.

My fingers caress my lips
Wishing it was your skin
A heat,
It escapes my hips.
In yours I wish to be within

I do not feel a yearning.
Compare my feelings to that of a match.
Lying in wait.
Waiting to be scratched,
To be caressed,
To be enflamed,
To be engorged with fire,
Exploding only for you.
When you desire.

mmmmmmmmmmm
The only sound I want to hear
Is your moaning
Directly into my ear.

I remember your eyes
They were so piercing
So bright
My sunglasses
They melted
Even when I wore them at night

My uneven verses
Are like how I breathe around you
I am so twisted
My chest feels conflicted
All because of you.

Your spirit reaches out to me
Over a thousand miles
Made mere inches
By your feminine wiles.