I reach for you, tantalizing against the summer moon,
You sit there, warm against my embrace, feeling the pull of the ecstatic draw,
The pure and servile notions of a lover’s desire.
I reach for you, desperately seeking the feel,
The sensation of a touch, moment.
When I find you I am full, the singular fullness of a lover,
The singular fullness of a need, fulfilled.
I feel you moving beneath my skin.
I reach for you, knowing as you draw to me,
Knowing as you need me back,
Your skin is against me, filling my soul….
I reach for you….