All This to Have

All this to have:
a waiting hand to hold,
a fire lit embrace, a fondling smile,
a cradled traced caress along my cheek,
a low enfolding voice.
the havening of supple, yearning arms.
a tempting scent to lull and bask within,
a thrumming curve of neck and back and thigh
to touch, to thrill,
when, after sunset,
stillness billows out its hushes in the dark,
and sails its velvet courses through the night.