I sit here

and watch you,

while I slowly

slip

into insanity.

My mind eases back

from the tensions

of life

and I float

off into fantasy.

My lips long

to press

against yours.

I remember

nothing more

in life

that touched me

so deeply,

as the sweetness

of your kisses.

I feel your soft

and plump lips

pressing against

mine.

I see the

hypnotic beauty

in your eyes

as they draw me in

to capture my soul.

Brown orbs

that seem

bottomless in depth

and somehow enchant

every fiber of my being.

I feel you

in my arms

and the longing

for the sensation

drives me insane.

I feel the

incredible softness

and satiny smoothness

of your skin

as I touch

my lips

to your throat

and neck, kissing

your shoulders

and working down

your chest.

Oh, my GOD.

I love kissing you.

It is

the happiest

I have ever felt.

Ah, but the memories

of times spent

in your arms

and basking

in the warm glow

of your love.

Your lips call

to mine,

they beckon me

closer

and tantalize me.

I love their taste,

their feel,

the intoxication

of body and soul

that they cause.

I dream of holding you

in my arms

and kissing

the hours away.

I yearn for

the peace of being

enfolded in the blanket

of your love.

I feel,

most of the time;

that I shan’t

be able to

draw another breath,

from sheer need

of being with you.

I can feel

your delicate skin

sliding under my hands

as I caress you.

I hear your breath

on my shoulder

as I make love to you.

I see the light in your eyes.

I believe,

it is that light

I miss the most.

Too little.

Too late.

Why must life be

such a cruel jester.

©2007 J.L. Day