8-26-04
1:06 am
I see you.
In the street.
In the city.
In the store.
I hear you.
Everywhere I turn.
Your laughter echoing.
So hardy and sure.
I smell you.
When I don’t expect it.
So sweet and sensual.
I taste you.
The supple skin beneath my lips.
So soft and smooth.
I touch you.
But only in my dreams.
When will it be more than a dream?