A long wait

To see you, my mind conjures up images of you standing, perhaps with a shy smile playing on your face, perhaps one of mischieveness. To see you in the flesh, and not just a colored screen image.
To hear you, my mind listens to the sound of your voice, perhaps a quiet tone of softness and subtlety, perhaps a bit of playfulness hinting through. To hear you in my ear, and not just electric clones of sound.
To touch you, my mind embraces the feeling of closeness, perhaps with a feather softness and gentleness, perhaps wrapped tightly entertwined with me. To touch you with my skin, erasing dreams and becoming reality.
Soon, my dear. Very soon. Seeing, hearing, touching as we are meant to be.

AEM - 1999

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