She

A flowing
stream moves
gracefully towards me,
baring a smile of wind
driven whitecaps through
summer brewed air.
Years have passed
since I've seen her.
A lifetime ago
I held her
and felt her
hair resting on my cheek.
It is surreal to be
back in time again
feeling the familiar dry
mouth which has suddenly
tied my tongue.
She throws her arms
around me and my
lips are now moist
from her kiss.
Wondering what she
is feeling I know
instantly when her
arms tighten their
hold around me.
For us no words
need to be said.
Our eyes meet
and the mixture of
our chemical bond
blends it's formula
into the passionate
potion that injects
itself within us.
I can only hope
that I make it through
the movie as desire
crests within me.