I know it is wrong of me to think of you in these ways, but alas my mind body and soul are at a point of delving into the sweet texture of your knowing. I wish to caress the skin that covers you with firm adoration and purposeful intentions. I would enjoy arousing you to depths within your own being. I have gazed upon you, without you looking, simply to drink your intoxicating radiance into my mouth - via my eyes. I know parts of you that I long to explore but yet only have through ethereal worlds where there are no restrictions to physical contact. I see you there, clueless to my observation, beautiful, clever, and dynamic. Yet, my sweet beloved muse, you tease me. You tease me without even knowing of this torment. Sometimes, I wonder if you are aware of my lustful infatuation that I would give 1 breath just to be able to raise your voice to crescendic ovation. When your face catches mine, I simply smile. A sweet and gentle smile so that you know I mean you no harm. In the grandness of everything, we may not even make contact - the way I would want us to. But simply to gaze upon your regularity of being fills me with elated appreciation of perceiving such a gift. I wish there was a way for me to convey my heart, no - my lust, so that you could know that my abyss of mystery waits for you. Come closer dear one, and allow me the alluring scent of your essence so that I may carry your perfection with me always. Bless me with a kiss perhaps, to fill my soul with light, so that I may glow each time your name is said on my lips. If I could be with you, I would find a way. Our space, and differences reduce this logical union. Instead, I inhale you - in simplistic devotion, allowing my illusion to be fed.
By Arthena Sophia
By Arthena Sophia
