Edging

 How do you do what you do to me,

From thousands of miles away?

Land, sea, air and time -

A brilliant barrier,

Yet you still have a hold on me.

How is it possible,

That I only know your voice, bits of your soul, and your beautiful smirk,

Yet I feel like I know your touch, your kiss, and your energy?

You have me on edge.

Edging me, with your words...

Ever so carefully, and meticulously,

Like you have a plan...

I'm craving the experience of all of you... every last drop of you...

I'm parched, yet drenched in the idea of you.

I want to taste you on my tongue, 

I need to feel your sweet skin pressed against mine...

I want to linger in moments of playfulness and seriousness- a balance I'm sure we can find.

I'm fiending for you like a drug that I've become addicted to; but how?

The anticipation continues to build,

Erotically, and mentally stimulating me.

Leaving me wanting more.