Over the wire the soft sound of her voice
My eyes closing, her words taking me
Places longing to be – times possibly remembered
Fantasies playing in my head
Cold winter nights (two forms by firelight)
Her embrace enough to keep away the chill

Never wanting for this time to end
Yearning for the press of lips
Desiring her scent to cloy me
To drink her in with all my senses
Too soon the moment passes
Rudely sent back to reality

A soft pain of loosing swells
The space between us tragic
So many reasons for us both to let go
Yet a strong resounding yes (do you feel it to?)
Mind and eyes wide
Waiting for the next time

Able to loose myself in her world.