As I Think of Her

As the darkness of my room cradles me and hums urban life lullabies of fire engine trucks and police sirens. I think of her. The mere image of her in my mind causes a 100-watt smile to crawl onto my face. And I feel myself needing her. Her touch on my skin. Her kiss on my lips. And her mind linked with mine. With our chests rising and falling in unison. I have felt her heartbeat. So while the cool kiss from those pillow lips make these Baltimore summer days bearable. As I think of her. The smell of her perfume infiltrates my senses. The sight of those brown eyes when school days are over. Makes this homework worth doing. And I think of her while doing that homework. Then steady looking into nothingness thinking of her. She makes my heart skip beats. As I think of her. I hum her ringtone in my cell phone. As I think of her. But the most of what I do. As I think of her. I dream. Dream of our lives together. Dream of our children. Hoping they would have your beauty and intelligence. My cleverness and wit. Your never-binding will and those Coke Bottle Hips. Our voices both combined. Our bodies fused as One. All of these things I dream. As I Think Of Her.