Envisage

I often imagine you with long black hair,
straight, reaching down to your slender waist.
Your eyes are like two depthless abysses;
black as can be - haunting, mesmerising.
With an hourglass figure and the longest legs I’ve seen,
you approach me and I long to be yours.

Your rosy cheeks feel soft against my skin
and beneath your touch I melt.
I’m so at ease within your slender arms,
as I look down into your eyes
and you reach up and kiss me.
Your hand effortlessly fits into mine
as though we were destined to be together
and I know you’re all I want for eternity.
I yearn for the time I get to be with you
every waking hour of the day.

I wonder when I will obtain sleep in perpetuity.
For that will surely be the happiest day of my life,
the day I finally know what it really feels like to be loved.