Silent Longing
Even now, I long for your face.
I long to feel your lips graze against mine.
The feeling of your skin under my lips.
It's like a want beyond any extent.
Not anxiousness, beyond.
It's just want...need.
Even sitting here, I dream.
Just running my hand over your skin.
Unselfish desire.
It isn't uncontrollable, it's there though.
It wants to be quenched.
And next to it.
Along side it is another desire.
A desire for more.
A needing of what could be.
And it too shall be quenched.
It will be satisfied.
And love shall reign.