Dwindling Thoughts

Thinking of you and the unconscious things you do,
makes my mind twist and turn and body prickle and yearn.

You hug me with your kindness and ease me when you talk,
stroke me with your smile and command me when you walk.
Tease me when you stare and entice me with with your speech,
tickle me with your words and warm me when you preach.

As I drop my head in silent prayer, to find someone to love and care, my tears run dry as I look
everywhere, meanwhile your face has always been there.

I often think to decorate your body with little soft kisses,
and interrupt your thoughts with the naughty sinful wishes.
Of laying you down at night to rub you to sleep,
and washing you all over from your hair to your feet.

Feeling your head rest on my chest, as it rises up and down,
and your arms on my waist gently wrapped around.
My answer seems clear if I analyze the need,
and that's why it's you my sweet man for whom I beg and plead.