The Wind Upon The Loch

In dreams I see you
Oh how I long to be the pillow under you.
Every word your mouth speaks
I listen fervently.
Every word your pen does write.
I wait for by moonlit night.
I've seen your gorgeous frame
at midday play.
Your chiseled neck on display. Your smile that lights the hillock.
I wish I could be the blankets that cover
your handsome body. It appears so appealing.

Could you see on film my heart opened up to you?
Surely you could see the adoration I hold in truth.
Could you feel me step my toes into the loch?
where you led me with all things at stake ?
If you could feel the burning fire within me
You would want to quench the flames and set me free.
I believe you can feel the smoldering rapture.
Is it possible for your mysterious heart to be captured?
Can I stroke you gently, tenderly
Can I calm the torrential storm within thee?