My Life

I can't stop thinking about you.
The more you're in my mind, the more I want you here,
by my side,
holding me so close,
feeling your breath on me.
What I'd do to be in the same room as you,
to a room connected to your's,
for being a fly on your wall,
to watch your lips move as you tell me the things I want to hear.
...
I need your touch,
the sweetest feeling known to all,
slowly and gracefully,
over my body.
I need your taste,
when our lips touch,
as the passionate kisses begin.
I need your scent,
the scent I could never forget,
as you hold me closely.
I need your voice,
to feel you close to me,
as you whisper in my ear.
Most importantly,
I need your sight,
to see you in front of me,
to look into your beautifully colored eyes,
to break the evil curse that god has given us,
for being so far apart,
to lose all these senses.