Windy

Strange circumstances brought us together,
to the table that we sat,
only more awkward did the night unfold.

Her beauty, her intelligence, and even her scent,
placed a blush on my face,
then our knees touched under the table.

I was hot with desire, but shy and reserved,
hundreds of miles away,
and drawn like a magnet to her.

The tables turned and we collided together,
we walked, and talked, slowly,
then we allowed the magic of gravitation succeed.

That night was so passionate, so intense,
touches, kisses, and love
were born a connection of fate.

The intensity remains despite the world around us,
the miles, the circumstances,
the bond that we share as intense as before.

Where the future goes we are willing to see,
miles can be conquered,
our desires, fantasies, and dreams will be explored.

To touch her again would shoot flares through my soul,
lighting up the sky,
showing the path that our destiny awaits.

While still burning with desire, I am no longer shy nor reserved,
wanting to share more than ever,
the words, thoughts, and affection that brought us together.

The physical desire too is very powerful and long,
a nightly day dream,
waiting for the time for when it can come true.

A longing for the touch of her lips, the taste of her skin,
passionate and un-obscured,
free to explore the maps of our very souls.