• How desperate I have become.
    The feel of your lips
    against mine
    a prize I cherish
    more than my next breathe.
    The velvet of your tongue
    as it licks my cheek,
    extraordinary.
    The heat of your breathe
    burns
    my ear
    as you go to whisper sweet nothings.
    Why are you taunting me so?
    Your hand upon mine,
    fits so perfectly.
    Your fingers,
    across my skin,
    strikes something much deeper....
    Something
    long thought buried dead.
    How do you do this to me?
    Keep me waiting for you...?
    Keep me looking forward
    to your next smile...
    The smile
    that stops my breathe cold.
    That seizes my chest up
    with warmth....
    With a flutter
    I await
    the next time
    your gaze falls on me...
    My mind reels
    with how my name sounds
    coming from your mouth...
    Is this what it is to fall madly in lust?....
    Or is it what it is to retry falling in love?