The Single Regret

I fall asleep to the sound of your voice,
And awake to the thoughts of your touch.
I catch myself all through the day,
Blushing and missing you so much.

My dreams of you are perfect,
Every word, emotion, and kiss.
Yet as perfect as those dreams may be,
They pale in the reality of this.

I long for your smile, your voice, your kiss,
For your devilish hands' delight.
I long for the moment we taste each other,
I can't wait another night.

If I should die alone tonight,
I would have but a single regret.
I'd thank God for each precious moment we had,
And sorrow that it was so long before we met.