As I wait for him
my sensory Lover seduces me
with the fragrant scent of roses
filling the air
caressing my nose

I hear his voice calling me
binding me to him
with his words of love

I feel passion’s tide rising
at the thought of his touch
as he consumes me with his being

I see the hunger in his eyes
demanding the surrender of my soul
and I know that he is mine,
as much as I am his.