I often find myself longing for your touch,
the soft tips of your fingers
on mine
Kiss every little freckle, scattered like stars across your nose
to caress those little pink lips
trace the indents of your spine
I often find myself longing to hear your voice
to hold you in my arms
watch the tender little hairs on your body
change from brown to blonde in the sunlight
But what I never long for
is to see your beauty
I just close my eyes and our noses touch
