Entwined
Your thoughts make me burn,
They travel across the miles,
And wait in hiding until an appropriate moment,
Then I shake and quiver as I receive them,
You tease me like this,
Giving me a taste of more every passing day,
Still leaving me wanting,
Tempting me beyond reason or sanity,
Dampness between my legs, rosey blushing cheeks,
Those are just tastes of my reactions to you,
Your nearness makes them more intence,
A glance from you and my hands tremble,
Your aura is multifaceted and very sexual,
A magnet of raw masculine power,
A giant diety unto yourself, powerful and strong,
Capable of incredible tenderness and harsh punishment,
Your insde fire burns me, melting me slowly,
I'm drawn to you,
In a way older than time,
And more vital than sanity,
You are like a muse,
Striking inspiration into my soul,
Armed with mighty weapons of the tounge and quick wit,
Sharper than any manmade blade,
You're electrifying, filled with lightening,
Singeing my scenses with the blue hot fire,
Setting me aflame with desire,
Letting me cool down with time,
I ache to feel your eyes rake over me,
And for your hands to follow that path,
To soothe the aching tauntness of my skin,
And quench my raging desire,
I can feel you at night,
As if you are actually here,
From across the many miles,
Lying beside me, hand upon my hip,
Your scent fills my nostrals,
The scent of many scars and triumphs,
Of past sorrow and future happynes,
The scent of a man,
I would like to enfold you in my arms,
To gather your body to mine,
Shelter you against the storm,
And bask in your warmth as the sun shines,
Feel my soul, feel my yearning,
Touch me in my dreams,
For I shall find you there,
And there I shall embrace you.
-By Jessica Holder (aka Christine Connla).