The Echo of Your Skin

A Romantic Poem

 A memory etched, a fiery trace, across my arm, upon my face.
It's something more, a deeper plea, a phantom presence, just for me.

The world beyond, a hazy blur, as senses quicken, subtly stir.

The air still hums with what has passed, 

a fragile spell, too sweet to cast away completely, like a dream, 

a vibrant, lingering, silent gleam.

For though your hand has left my own, 

a universe profoundly grown within that space,

 where skin met skin, a quiet tremor deep within. 

A Profound Trace Beyond Touch

A memory etched, a fiery trace, across my arm, upon my face.

It's not the heat, though warmth was there, 

nor fleeting brush of silk-soft hair. 

It's something more, a deeper plea,

 a phantom presence, just for me. 

A yearning echo, soft and low, 

a seed of longing, starts to grow.

Each nerve awakened, softly hums,

 awaiting when your closeness comes. 

A promise whispered, yet unheard, 

in every tantalizing word my body speaks, 

without a sound, where your sweet essence can be found.

The Heart's Constant Yearning    

So let the day its course now run, 

beneath the bright and fading sun. 

My thoughts return, a sweet embrace, 

to that imprinted, cherished space. 

The tantalizing linger, true, a constant yearning, just for you.