The thought of her touch on my face
Torments my bodies desires
The way she held my chin like putty
Makes me wish for her fires

The smell of her body on my clothes
Brings a warming sensation
And the look of her beautiful eyes
Has my beings captivation

The way she held my face was fine
Her blue eyes I could see
I hoped that she would lean close
And put a wet kiss on me

But that was not what happened then
The feelings so much to bare
To feel her lips gently upon mine
Would show her that I care

Though this woman I have just met
I feel a need for her touch
I sense she might meant to be there
But that might be to much