ORIGINALLY POSTED IN 2009
I feel you lips upon my cheek
but ah, my Love, you I must seek
for though you're not here
I can feel your air
I can small your scent
For to you, I commit
The thought of you makes me writhe
Wishing for you
to hold me tight
I lust for your touch
and long for your love
It's holds me true
like wind to a dove
There's a word for this
to describe a feeling so true
It's easy to say
fits itself through and through
Ecstasy