Desire

Desire

I miss your arms around my waist,
The way your lips travel without haste,
Exploring that spot below my ear,
Whispering only for me to hear,
All the ways that you love me,
That make me go weak in the knee.

I miss the way your fingers brush,
Against my cheek, making me blush,
Slowly moving across my lips,
Softly touching finger tips,
Making me quiver, longing desire,
Building inside a flaming fire.

I miss your body, tangled with mine,
Making love, ignoring the time,
Only aware of you and me,
Adrift together on a burning sea,
Passion building, increasing desire,
Seeking release, from the fire.

I miss the way you look at me,
When spent, we lay there, you and me,
Wanting our time to never end,
Longing already for each other again.
Knowing that my desire will burn,
As I await for your return.