My weak ass poerty

Here I am once again, this time I have been sitting here silently pounding away at my keyboard.
I missed a couple of days work due to an illness so I have been going through 'withdrawals' for the one I talked about in my second post.
So close yet so very far away. What does one do when they are love struck and all alone? Write poetry.
I hear you all groan, noooooo not another hack! Well yeah I am, an odd thing for a (Supposed) rough tough ex soldier to do but under it all I guess I'm pretty much the same as anyone.
Here we go, if anyone reads this please say a few words, even if it is you suck and stop writing!

Women like you don’t exist in my world,
You’re just an image, sent to torment,
An occasional laps, you fall to me,
And I feel your warmth intimacy.
Then you’re gone and I am alone,
To dream of you, in my darkened world.

A simple start, how about one with a little more body?

In the darkest reaches of the night, my mind turns to you,
Wayward images dance through my tortured dreams.
I alone I stare into your eyes reach out, gently touch your face.
I drink deeply of your sweet lips, kiss gently your fair skin.
To smile, content in the warmth of your embrace.
Your touch so gentle, my soul, my body trembles so,
My pulse quickens and my breath comes fast,
Within my chest this heart burns, as the coal that fuels the flame of love.
In my dreams we are as one, share loves embrace.
Then all too soon you are gone, torn away by truth,
And in the early morn I find another night has dashed its self to day,
Alone I awake, filled with yearning for you I find no rest,
Weary of soul and tired of body I do rise,
To face this lonely, barren, world of my own,
With a smile and a twinkle in my eye,
For again tonight you will be mine.

An odd thought just struck me, do women even like having things like this written about them? Is this just a big 'sad sack' of a thing to do? Will I get laughed at if I show her?
Damn I am out of touch with this relation thing. Maybe I should just resign myself to a life alone writing crummy poetry about a desire I can never fulfill? I think I need a 'lady friend' I can bounce ideas off, someone firmly in the real world.

AJ.