Missing You

The timbre of your voice and the scent of your skin.
The taste of your kiss when touch me within,
You hold me close so I feel your desire.
Fingers tracing a trail, of slow smouldering fire,
Sliding together, two became one.

~ ~ ~

Now I’m aching for you - mere hours you’ve been gone.
My bed is empty, my soul stained with sorrow.
Still yearning for your touch, I am broken and hollow.
I close my eyes and pray for blessed sleep,
For you’re there in my dreams; at least those I can keep.