I can still smell you
and the scent intoxicates
my veins until they bulge
darling…
until they explode with pleasure.
I can still feel your touch
and the hair on my thighs
rise and sing praise to your fingertips
while you brush past my soul.
Hear you?
Wouldn’t I wish to.
The sweet sound of your breath
muffled in between Lumineers;
an exhale… a moan, a moment
when the universe could spin
or stand completely still.
A second where you and I
blend into a sigh –
a fraction of an exchange
where all that you are
finds all of me
darling…
darling, do you feel it?
Bare bones ache
when showered in your humor.
Laughter kidnapping reason,
treason – when you’re trying to hold back!
And my face betrays me & I know that you see it
responding to the trace of your smile
to the happiness it emits
darling…
darling, tell me you feel it.