Looking at my hands, I can almost see the need
As it pulses like wildfire through my veins.
The urge to touch her makes my skin tingle
And I can almost feel the warmth of her body
As it moves like some primal symphony
Against the tribal beat of my heart.
Running fingertips over my thighs as l wait,
Yearning to be with her once more,
Forever more, makes me conscious
Of the constant craving that drives me,
Urging me on, even in the twilight hours
When dreamless slumber is what I need
But cannot hope to have.
© by ArdentTly
July 28, 1999