photo by Dylan Ricci
I dream of you often. When I close my eyes, and hear only my heartbeat, you are the one I think of.
The way you look at me. The way you touch me. The way you love me.
My skin pebbles and anticpation warms my blood. I am yours, waiting for you to find me. Waiting to give you all I have … all that I am.
I hate it that you aren’t with me.
You belong with me, in me. A part of me.
Where are you?
oooh Sash! Robin Rotham and I are starting poetry mondays – can we link to this entry on monday???? pretty please?
I like. Good luck with the longing.
~Him
Rhian, Go for it.
Him~ Thanks. LOl Every now and then I need to write to the universe. Some day it might reply. LOL
Oh my, Sasha. Eye candy and yearning — what a stirring combination! Lovely.
Scarlet
Ah-HA! Is this where/how Poetry Monday began? How wonderful to be inspiring! =)
I’m trying very hard to keep my eyes
on the poem…It’s very good! 
Glad you all liked it …er…Him . :)