I have gone too long
Without the touch of
Your skin, your face,
Your lips of dusk and fire
Like a patient sculptor
Of time, I ply my
Crafted words to your
Lovely modeled reveal
Where I learn the lessons
Of your crescent torso
Your face of longing
The crescendo of your thighs
As my breath slowly rises
To the warmth of
Your calm desire – I know
It’s been far too long
This absence from your
Home where the splendor of
Your radiance resides
It is your heart and mind
Your precious character that
I long for within all the
Softly flowing beauty
That is yours,
Just as you are –
Here now with me.

© K. James Ribble