X - Extra Time

When You walk into the room,
my heart opens as if to explode.
Butterflies suddenly feel like lead,
heightened anticipation floods my soul.

I catch your smell first,
then my sense of touch is forced
to acknowledge what is presented.
Lead butterflies turn to hunger, yearning.

In that moment, yearning is replaced,
by a desire and longing so fierce.
Skin and soul reunify, whilst
memories from the week are lost.

Here now, comforted and fulfilled,
yet aching never afar. As
emptyness and space will soon return,
till we can reunite again.