Sensing Beauty

"Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose,

Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul,

Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me,

My body craves your touch."

                                                 - from 'Crave' by Nuno Bettencourt

Your picture - 

Upon my lips

Speaks my words unstopped;

Upon my mind

Dwells in precious thoughts;

And it goes,

Rolling into vision.

Dream image

Of contours molded

Around a glorious sun

Heating the very burn

Inside cool blue eyes.

To kiss perfection's lips -

A joy I dare not know

In these humble thoughts.

But to just touch,

To trace the patterns of your skin,

To rest fingertips below your eyes

To follow you cheek to chin,

To glide the rear of my palm

Towards your ear, through your hair,

To memorize every inch

With a touch soft as breeze - 

The only way a beautiful woman

As you should be known.

Placing my face a half second

From your sight,

I caress your silk;

Inhaling the scent of your soul.

I lose myself in fresh intoxication,

And almost allow myself

To brush against you;

But stop and linger near.

Clear is your kindness

Which softens my ears with words

Of sweetness and joy,

And praise more cherished 

Than ever will be known.

Your voice is a halo's song

Which I bring with me

Through my dream and into day.

And as I start my ascent

Through the clouds of my mind

I freeze upon your visage.

My hand glances past your mouth

And I cup the back of your neck,

Slowly massaging, bringing me

Closer to your grace.

In an instinct of hope

I reach for you, gentle,

Placing my unworthy lips on yours,

A brief moment of bliss.

My dream, my pleasures,

This image of you,

Join me as I awake into light,

Savoring the sweet flavor

Of your beloved heart.