Part IV

My distant invader,
Your skin the intoxicant.
Mere knowledge of
Your existence sends emotion
     Through my veins.
Your hands are fire,
     And I long for your touch -
     Warm... burning.
Your voice is water,
     With its beauty and gentleness -
     Refreshing... and powerful.
Your body is solid and here,
But your movement is wind.
And even in your presence
I wonder where you are.