How is it when I think of you
that I am held in awe
of the real man, the real need.
Far away, my day is tucked
into bed with you snuggled close.
My hand lightly grazes
the skin on your shoulder;
and you tremble at my touch.
And, in the fraction of a second,
I recall each intimate moment
with the greatest of detail.
I shiver in the night;
for I am cold and blue
if you are not beside me. I yearn
for your warm breath to ignite
the fire of my trembling skin.
Memory overwhelms my dreams
intensifying my deepest passions.
I think of you, of your tender
ruminations of love. And, I am held
in awe of you through temptation's night.