Touches on denim, my hands on your thighs. I look down and smile or I’d drown in your eyes.

You stretch and you yawn, my touch making you weak. I bend down and kiss you, sweet disruptions as you speak.

Large hands are shaking while holding my hair. Your touch, it feels molten. Your breath like a snare.

I shiver and tremble. I arch and I ache. Whatever you give me is how much I’ll take.

I’m patient and lovely. I’m funny and great. I just dream about you as I lie in wait.

Love letters and musings, all secrets we shared. I kept some for reference when doubt gets me scared.

You kiss like you love me, your eyes say don’t go. If I ask will you have me, I urge you- say no.

But our hours are short, our time brief and on fire. I can’t ask you to stay when I know we’re both liars.

I’m down on my knees to beg and bargain for time. I’d take you home with me if only you were mine.

I pace and stumble, and I question my aches. I’m greedy and selfish- I take and I take.

I’m tired and lonely, unsure and I’m faint. The dreams I have of you, they keep me awake.