On My Mind, In My Heart

Though the skies were gray and showery today
The thought of you melted the chill dampness
And made me feel warm and bright inside.
You have been with me for the last few days
Whether you're aware of it or not.
Close to my heart, deep inside my mind,
You have been everywhere I've been;
At home, at work, or driving someplace,
Sitting with family, dining with friends,
Or rubbing elbows with strangers.
While showering up this morning
I remembered our chat from the other night,
Your description of undressing for me and mine for you,
Your sweater and jeans pulled off and tossed to the floor
As you sat in your light pink lace lingerie,
Your warm pink body shivering from the cold
And the excitement of turning me on wildly;
My own clothes quickly pulled off
Wishing they were mingling with yours on the floor,
My cock growing long and hard at the thought
That you too were naked, combined with the notion
That in a few days we will meet again.
As I toweled off and stepped out,
The excitement had not yet passed,
My body seemed to glow with a deep desire
And yearning to be with you:
A longing to see the glint of happiness in your eyes,
The glow of our friendship in your smile,
To study the lines of your legs crossed and then opened;
To hear the sound of your voice, your laugh, and your deep sigh;
To feel the warmth of your body near mine, the touch of your hand,
The breeze of your breath on my cheek;
To taste your mouth and the flavor of your soft and tender flesh;
To draw in deeply the scent of your hair and your body offered up for my love;
To retrace the shape of every part of you, the subtle curves of your belly,
The arch of your back, the firm round arc of your ass,
The tips of your breasts and the sweet valley in between;
To explore each nuance and response as I draw my fingertips
And tongue in lazy circles and languid lines about your body.
Toweled off and fully dressed hours later,
The thought still rises in my mind, vivid and strong and warm,
Echoing through me with ever greater resonance, a soulful question:
Will each look and sound, each scent and taste,
And every tender loving touch of mine tell you
Just how much you have come to mean to me?