A Life Desired

Beautiful in form and spirit, elegant in all her ways. A woman coveted by many, yet of me thinks in quiet moments, thoughts happy and full of love. In little things reminded of me, and though not long absent, she longs for my kiss. Cologne scent lingers on flesh and fabric. Emotions stirred and moisture flows, then dreams our passion play out on open porch and natures trail. With whole heart she loves and desires me. That love I know wholly undeserved. To be so desired by such a woman my imagination cannot find possible in this life or the next, should there be one, or even many. Is she real or simple fancy escaping blissful slumber? She cannot be! If so, she would be for someone other than me. But fool's hope for a life desired lives on, renewed with moments glance of soft eyes and alabaster skin or faint wisps of angel's voice.