I want to reach out and touch you!
Am I the only one who feels this way?
When I'm near you...
Is it real or has my fanciful mind conjured this warmth?
It eminates, radiates from your every pore.
You sit, you stand, you speak, you smile-
It's beautiful, casual, provoking;
Like a moth to the flame, I am drawn to you.
To your warm body, warm gestures, warm breath.
A touch, a sweep, a brush-
Nonchalant mishaps! My mind races!
To run my hands through your hair;
To kiss your eyelids, cheeks, palms...
To walk and talk with you:
The attraction jolting like waves of electric fire!
I'm dreaming, I'm wishing;
waiting, wanting,
Friendship, fondness,
Patient yearning;
Reaching, calling-
Hooded gaze; cursory glances,
Oh! To know your lips on mine!
To know comforable silence...
Strength and softness:
physical, emotional, spiritual!
Whirlwinds of fantasy:
You're so very near;
So very unaware.
I love you.
I need you.
I want- so very much- to reach out-
to reach out and touch you.