Fantasy

Waiting for her to come to me.
Sitting in this chair.
All I hear in the room is the air.
Each breathe I take, I grow impatient.
Where could she be.
To came to me yesterday and set my soul free.
Where is this who put that on me.
Because I can not sleep with this.
This feeling is too strong.
What is going on.
This high that I feel.
I swear to god this is real.
Just come back to me one more time.
But this time dont leave.
Maybe if I close my eyes.
A drift to that other place.
Will I have to ability to touch your dark face.
To feel your dark hair.
That soft skin that adorns your body like jewels.
Oh God what would I do, just to feel you.
Drifting to a better place.
I need to see your face.
Drifting.