Sitting here by myself letting my thoughts escape me
Flitting scenes race through my head vying for attention
Focus not settling anywhere…No need to…
All thoughts lead to you
Holding me captive
Assaulting my senses
The sight of you etched in my mind
Sound of you heard as though you were next to me
All that’s missing is your touch which I imagine to be gentile
Your scent, which I envision to be addictive
The taste of your lips? Do I dare to venture that far?
Don’t have to sleep to dream of you
Your presence haunts me whenever I let my thoughts escape me