We sit and talk,
sometimes for hours.
And with every minute,
my heart pounds harder.

Within the blink of an eye,
I fall into a feathery bed,
feeling your weight on top of me.

I smell something tempting,
as you draw closer and closer.
My delirium taking over,
As i drown in your cologne.

Awaiting the inevitable.
Nervous for the first time.
Wondering what it will be like.

A soft touch on my lips.
You begging for an entrance.
Giving into temptation.
A sweet taste in my mouth.

Losing myself in the moment.
Wanting to always be with you.
Tears of joy stream down my face.

What is this feeling?
This racing of my heart?
Why is my soul so light?
I will call it love.

An alarm goes off.
I awake in the dark.
Was it all a dream?

I know you are real.
We always talk.
But even so, this feeling festers.
My imagination taking over.

How I wish it were true...
How I wish you knew...
How much I truly love you.