Mind's Eye

What would I do to you,
Given a few moments alone?
Oh, don't think about it, don't bring it
to your mind.
Leave alone the touches, whispers,
Glances, breaths and sighs.
They won't bring you satisfaction from
your mind's eye.

I would run my hands down
Every hill and  valley of you
Breathe so softly
on your neck and
Leave no imprint of my lips
No. The only part of you I'd kiss is your
Mind's eye, there you are again, with no
satisfaction, see? Let it go.

Oh, my pretty one, hear the soft rustle of your
skirt as it rises stealthily (with some help from my roving hand),
Trying to draw nearer to that
Holiest of holies that lies beneath that swatch of lace
Heat rising
Eyes closing
Heart racing
And you see my smile in
Your mind's eye, so please
Leave it alone, dear.

My core aches for you,
And nothing can stop this hunger
but the touch, and kiss, and devouring
of you. But it will not happen. There will not be a
moment for such things. And so it will remain in my
mind's eye. With your smile, and your hair, and
All the lovely parts of you.
No satisfaction. But very
Worth the torture.