Leaving the silence of my thoughts

To explore that which I can't touch.

Always an anticipation awaits,

But so does the disappointment.

Enriched with the perception,

That reality has its day.

It is in these thoughts that I linger,

As I look on you with dismay.

To touch and not feel is empty.

I cannot linger in the shadows

Waiting for you to approach

And take me by the hand.

There in the bed of dreams we play,

And the excitement is beyond control.

Soon the light of lust must dim

As our conscious thought awakes.