Your velvet voice,
as deep and as warm as a campfire,
it runs through my veins
like a disease I just can’t shake.
Your eyes,
your smile,
your hands,
god, especially your hands,
they linger in my dreams
like a ghost that haunts me
every night.
I am consumed by your every breathe,
by your every word.
The way you look at me
sets fire to my skin.
But you don’t see me.
