I see you. I feel you. Standing within my minds eye. Kissing me, and causing things I like to feel. This happens every time I think of you. What is this other than love. Standing there in my mind poised in a pose that would stop my heart if I lingered long enough to ponder. I don't brush you out. I savor the minutes and time you come over me. I look forward to it. I hope no one comes into this time, when you have me captured. I think of you in the songs I hear. I taste your perfume in the air breezing thru my room. I long for that moment when you call or come over again. Pushing my sprit to heights unknown by many. I wouldn't try describing this in great detail, because these are my special times. I think about you. Essence unknown because you have been holding back. Not letting me have all of your splendor. I hope I please you as much as you do me. I don't doubt this. I just question it because I don't want to lose you. Quiet thoughts I will never tell. My friends see it in my face. They say I've changed. If they only knew. I hope I never return to the shell I was before you arrived. I don't want to rush this, but I love you. So if I seem anxious, it's only because I know the day ends and I will have to wait until tomorrow.