Oblivious muse

Unwittingly my fantasies turn to you when I am alone.
Distance vexes every fibre of my being… I can hear my insides groan.
My thoughts, my body, my mind is haunted, by your beautiful taste.
Not being able to sample your beauty seems to be a waste.

You have no idea what you do to me by you just being you.
I know it’s not on purpose you do all these things you do.
When you bite your lower lip, smile or speak my name,
All I can think about is that you not kissing me is an utter shame.

My self-control is wearing thin and my patience running dry.
Saying that I don’t want to feel your touch is a blatant wicked lie.
Aching for your lips and body’s warm embrace burn in all my dreams.
Waking from these fantasies of us as one, make my senses scream!

In close proximity to your heat, your smell and gentle touch,
I lose myself in the dream embrace I want from you so much.
Your innocent caresses burn my skin in a hot delectable way.
I try to joke but instead I fumble and forget just what to say…

I can swim forever in the palettes of the colours of your eyes,
I can drift in sweet surrender in your soul’s unburdened skies.
I would give most anything to feel your lips on my skin,
I wish I knew if you wanted what I hide behind my playful grin.

The truths behind my jests, my acts, beat like a throbbing fire.
I cannot pick one aspect of you that could dampen my desire.
You captivate my thoughts, my unwitting muse you are,
I hope one day you will release this hurricane from its jar.

For now my dreams stay as they are, locked away in me.
I hope in time you’ll come along to set them free.
In silence my inner storms will rage fuelled by your fire,
At these walls I will claw in secret until freed from this desire.