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