Moving fingertips of restless nights,
Haunting ghostly touches sensing tears.
Imaginary caresses vibrating memories.
Shaking heartbeats full of emotion, every
Turn of a bed torturing rewound feelings.
Satin sheet skin of you still touching deep,
Gasping inhaling lungs filled in your aroma.
Intoxicating dream, upon fairy tale passion.
So hot the need of squirming anticipation.
Touch me in the heart of my imagination,
For this bed is just too cold without you.
Baby, come back to warm my existence,
Because I need your touch of reality.