Obsessed

I twist and turn in bed,
As I grow more restless for you.
The lips want nothing but
The sweet sweat from your soft skin,
From the heat of love.

Three days have passed,
And the battle has begun again.
The battle for you,
The battle against you.

I know not what lies ahead,
I know not hope for myself.
I know that I must live,
To see the day of your return.

Every vision in every direction,
Reveals only your keen eyes,
And every sensation of my skin,
Resembles your touch.

I am obsessed,
I laugh indignantly.
I must wait patiently.