What Our Passion Was

I think of you hopelessly.
Feeling the hunger on my lips
For something deeper than wanting

I can only hold my eyes on you for a moment. Like fainting with eyes wide, breath steep and the world freezes for that moment

Perfectly, Simply Lustful I fall
In and out of breath.
A Sweet disorder of feeling
Wirhout distraction but
Fixing on when and where to touch.

A shock down my neck,
chest and my thighs on fire with imagination.
Hands shaking in anticipation.
Tell me where, I'd follow you anywhere.
From my hips
To our lips
To the floor

-Elise