Your New Year's Regret

My sensuous scent will hover all around And drive you mad and lift you off the ground You’ll call for me, but I won’t make a sound The vision of my face will tease your mind You’ll strive in vain, my hands and heart to bind You’ll search for me, but I won’t let you find Sweet thoughts of me will torture you so much A drive to kiss my lips, my hair to clutch You’ll reach for me, but I won’t let you touch Your fingers run along imagined waist And circle places where your tongue once traced You’ll crave for me, but I won’t let you taste Your chance has passed; you see me now fly free Sweet sultriness is what’s inside of me You’ll wish for me, but I will let you be The sorry truth is....I must let you be. Eileen Manassian Ghali