When I allow myself,
I think of you
The very thought, an exercise
To exercise the spirits
The evil spirits that have
Dampened my spirits
The same spirits that have
Turned the rain forest to
Desert, an oasis,
Your reward to me

If I allow myself
To look at you
The very sight of you
Reminds me of what sunny skin
Feels like under my fingertips
Your finger tips on me
What heat escapes you
Goes into me
What holds me tight
What holds you tight
Is not bondage, but freeing

If I allow myself
To dream of you
I am so close I can
Smell your sweet scent
Feel the steam of your
Body's heat
Feel your need pressing into me
If I allow myself
I would need you
Dream of you inside me
Forgetting what is empty

Sweet and warm. Like my tea.