Finger tips across my skin haunting me again & again.
Images flood quickly in, filling my mind with false hopes.
whispers of love you've told so well, to hold me as your own.
Images of our love makings torture my soul & break my spirit.
They raise my heartbeat and cause me to quiver from within.
The trees swaying in the wind with moonlight filtering in.
The smell of dirt and moss beneath our skin,
Your kisses grace my face as you lay upon me pushing in.
Your dark eyes show hunger from within.
My body quivers as silken stars watch from high above our forbidden love.
My mind aches, my body thirsts, my soul faulters.
Then suddenely I am casted away as if I were a passing phase.
Days fly by, yet a slow silent movie plays on my mind.
All keeping me within your daze, your love a neverending trance.
I lay awaiting your return, a word from your sweet stinging lips.
Sleep brings me closer and reality tears me from your embrace.
Then you come back again, glancing starving eyes upon me.
A wicked smile adorns your lush lips.
Am I ripe for the picking?
You torture me with every return,
Yet I can not deny your touch, I ache for its return.
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