You mouth , your eyes
The contures of your face
Your hair , the sound
Your voice makes
Your body, your mind …
The essence of you
As your clothes whisper in the wind
The scent of your skin
All call to me too
Summon me
An obsession, 
A fevered dream
When you touch me, the world falls away
Time ceases to have meaning
Nothing else matters
There is only
You…

An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe