Smiles,
I never stare at a blank screen for long,
Before your face appears in my mind. 
I run my fingers through your hair 
And I caress your cheek,
Before I pull you close 
And whisper sweet nothings n your ear.
Kissing you beneath your ear, 
As my hands dance up and down your spine, 
My lips  claiming more than a kiss.
My finger drags nonchalantly between your cheeks,
Your skirt riding a little in the process. 
Tell me I whisper 
“Do you feel my desire coursing through your veins?”
“Do you feel my want for your body … and soul?”
Running my fingers over the profile of your breasts, 
Cupping them, weighing them in my hands
Gently pinching your nipples that tell me your desire 
I whisper “Let me tell you what I want” 
“Make room for me not only in your mind, but your heart also”
“Oh, you have already” 
Can I ask you a question?
“Whose face do you see, when you wake in a morning?”
For I see you