As time passes, I grow fonder and yearn more for that one touch.
As time passes, my heart bleeds and aches.
As time passes, the days grow longer and longer.
As time passes, there is nothing I can do, but sit and wait.
The feelings that yearn through of wanting and needing seem to over take what should be.
I can't help, but long so much for his touch, his breath on me, the feelings of tenderness that overcome every inch of my being.
Yet so far away and although in time he will be at hands reach, but to grasp hold will be a life time away, will it be?
