Temporarily removed from verity, I need to know I am still alive
Diluted truths and compromised realities, nonetheless I want to feel
Basking in your fragrance, the brush of your hand quickens my pulse
The warmth from your proximity gives me a dull ache inside
Tasting tranquility for a wavering moment, rendering me breathless
Creating a longing so poignant it leaves me vulnerable
My inner core pulsating, awakening butterflies in my stomach

2 comments:

cjn said...

I love the way you can arouse a person's senses with your perfect words. You have such a gift for describing what so many of us dream about. To be your partner one would be fulfilled by fantasy, reality and a good combination of both.

B said...

That moment will come. And the butterflies will help you fly again with all that you need and want.