Sensing.

As you breathe
I almost hear you.
When you sigh
It's audible too.
When your pulse throbs steadily
As you sleep,
So it becomes me.
I see your arms
Thrown wide,
Your scent unconfined
Exposing a softness
I can almost feel.
And the curls at your nape
That urge to be touched,
Twizzle in my fingers with ease.
I smile at your freckles
Smattered, small,
Curved over your nose,
Unexpected, out of place
On your dark skin.
To know each one is my dream.
So close now,
Your lashes quiver
Beneath my breath,
As I bend to
Read you,
My treasured book.
Measuring the lines of your lips
Fitting them under mine,
A perfect match,
I graze my tongue
Over the tips of your teeth,
Tasting you,
Salt, sour, sweet, bitter.
Burning the impression
In my brain.
Because
To know you
Is my dream.