Yearning

He lured me the minute our eyes met.
His soothing voice and beautiful mind
capturing me, as he patiently explained  
the meaning of the song playing.
 
I remember...
 
He had me conquered as chemistry flowed between us.
He played with my hair; we laughed and flirted,  
while our unspoken needs clawed
at our senses, begging for release.
 
I remember...
 
Our first was an animalistic rush of lust, and raw emotions.  
We tore into each other: no play, no need for affection,  
not knowing that the lure would continue beyond the night.
Our essence demanded that.
 
I remember...
 
The sadness within as he dove into my being.
His soft “I love you”, his broken smile as he drew me close.
I knew he meant every word, but my heart was imprisoned
by hurt, and fear.
 
All I needed was his touch,  
not his affection or his love...
I remember...
And I miss him so much.