| I relish to be in your arms. My urge to stare into your eyes, intense I fancy to watch you till my eyes grow weary. Knowing that you'll be there when they open. I lust to have you touch my face, while you kiss me gently. My need for you to run your fingers through my hair, As you whisper softly, diligent I have a carnal passion to make love with you; under the stars, in the cool of the night, in the rain, and as we cuddle under a warm blanket. My inclination to feel your touch night and day, unbearable |