Languor

Your fingers taunt me with their magic,
Your lips haunt me with their persistence,
Your love is from an unrealistic world,
One that could set me on fire always.

Your gentle whispers that could melt me,
Your endearing ways that leave memories,
Your words that have a hold over me,
Mind, body and soul throughout time.

Your face I search on my every face,
Your musical voice I long to hear daily, 
You intrude upon my silent moments
And leave an empty hole beside me.

Awake from a dream of our togetherness,
I feel languorous from our lovemaking.