Longing

Longing

A longing has never been quite so great as this,
I light my candle and the flame dances before me,
taunting the very air it caresses as the thought
of you starts to dance in my mind.
The wax begins to melt as the heat of passion
wells up deep inside of me and the sweat oozes
from my forehead. The wick of the candle swells
and throbs, as increasing thoughts of your beautiful
body entangles mine in a rapture of glory.
Shadows dancing on the walls that surround me
bring ghostly images of lovers in the dark,
moaning, groaning, their siren’s song - my ears are filled.
The hours of this deep dark night seem to pass
like the candle which burns before me, and the intensity
of your spirit increases with each passing moment.
Somehow it seems so natural, so inspired, so true
that a thousand dawns could not kill this heat.
I feel your soft hands wandering over my body,
looking for those places which give ecstasy,
and still I want more. I want to lick the sweat
from your body and taste the nectar of your sweet fruit.
I want to fill you with my passion and hear you
call my name as you shake and quiver - the way I do now.
The candle burns on even though I blow out the flame,
and my longing for you burns ever hotter.