You are not here but I feel the touch,
Of your searching fingers that I love so much.
That sensual, teasing, tantalising caress,
Feelings of pleasure I have to suppress.

You are not here but I savour the taste,
Of your sensual lips - Oh what a waste!
I feel them trace around my face,
Making my heart quicken its pace.

You're in my mind though out of sight,
Your alluring eyes, forever a delight.
Enticing my mind to share with you,
Exciting encounters we must renew.

You're in my mind, your voice I hear,
Though out of sight you seem so near,
I sense your familiar friendly tone,
I can't wait for us to be alone.

You are not here but your fragrance I smell,
That fills my mind and casts a spell,
To heighten my longing to have you here,
Filling my senses to make you appear.

Written & (c) John McKay Withey 2008