This Moment

As I attempt to remain focused my mind softly drifts to thoughts of both of us longing for a kiss.
Cased in a world of coldness your touch brings me warmth and tonight that moment is missed.
Im stuffed with busy work that slowly passes my time and my days become revolving doors.
Cycling patterns of boredom even while moving don't take you out of my mind.
Inside I sigh while pondering who, what, where and why.
Struggling to practice patience I sit anxious often dreaming of love and all of the above.
To have my neck nibbled as my fingers dribbled or
To have my tongue tasted as my waist was embraced or
To kiss you here and there and be kissed everywhere and
To spread my wings and fly while rest urges to cry.
Our sexual peak should rise to limits of the sky.
I can't function like normal because my blood rushes as if on fire for the desire to be taken higher.
Back to our kiss I so desperately miss.
The flavor is as sweet as melons and berries.
It keeps me high for hours and my spirit it carries.
Dismantled am I from this dream which lies
and I am totally unable to flow consistently.