Stirring Echoes

Your echoes reach me though they travel from afar, over oceans and vast mountains, no matter where you are. Oh how I long to linger in their warm embrace, caught up in the raptures, seeking visions of your face. So in dreams I go searching, to claim what I so miss, the comfort of your body, the hunger of your kiss. The sweet sound of your voice, The echo of your sighs, How I long to hear it again, And to look deep into your eyes. The memories of your loving are etched on me inside, stirring up sensations, from the passion of your ride. Oh how I long to taste you, to return to ecstasy, to calm this raging storm, and quench this need in me.