With Or Without You

In the cryptic mourning of my dream  
Awakened  
by soft caresses on alabaster skin  
so sensuous a touch longing to last  
Still lost  
 
Hands free to ease a need  
recede to places and days of old  
where hearts laid tight  
on frigid nights  
and your essence engulfed my being    
   
Visions blind the day  
and touches get stronger  
but pleasure, you will not win tonight  
I will hold out  
until again  
with you  
my soul  
resides