When the wind blows and caresses my skin
I close my eyes and imagine your hand
When I think of you
My eyes twitch, longing to behold you
My hands itch
They tell me of their desire to be intertwined with yours
My mind tries to probe the authenticity of what I call love
But my ears say 'the words I hear, the voice that passes through me, tickles me with sweetness'
My heart says
'I think that tall man dripping hotness was made for me'