Burning love

Waiting
Sometimes is torture
Thinking of your lips
They should be on mine
The feel of your skin
Your arms
We should be entwined
I want to see my face
Reflect in your blue eyes
I want to lie in a field
Looking at the sky
I want your hands
On my breasts
Your fingers
Are meant to caress
Oh , but I want more
As you know  
Kiss me all over
Top to toe
Be gentle
Be rough
I can’t get enough
My body and soul
Is full of desire
Oh god
I’m on fire
Burning love
Is what I have
This waiting
Is driving me mad!