Questions emerge within my mind,
ever taunting, teasing me.
Visions of you wander across
the planes of my inner eye,
leaving my heart yearning for more.
Your voice ever invades my hungry ears,
And my soul wishes to hear the continuation
of the song that harmonizes with mine.
When you are near, my hands ache,
touching you their salvation.
To feel your skin underneath the fingertips
an ecstasy often dreamed of.
I imagine feeling your lips pressed
against mine in passion and lust,
electrifying my soul, torching my skin.
Endearing my heart ever more softly
© Johanna Fugitt 2017