Longing, Aching, Crying, Screaming

My heart longs for a touch,
Sweet and soft, electric,
Sweet nothings, kisses and such,
No need for the eccentric.

My soul aches for it's kindred,
Connection of the cosmic,
Melt into one being splendid,
Something far from plastic.

Feeling so real, intense,
Falling in with controlled abandon,
Open minds, no pretense,
Her voice, my soul's bourbon.

My body cries for the sweet embrace,
A moment so peaceful,
Erase tension from this place,
Sticking with an emotional needle.

My mind screams for inspiring bantor,
Quick wit and caring counsel,
Worried moments of total candor,
Tense moments nearly sexual.

Lost in quiet contemplation,
Words ring loud,
Without her, this seems like fiction,
To be seen with her, proud.