I want to breathe his scent

My face against his neck

I want to feel his hands

roughness against my smooth skin

Sliding up my rib cage

Gripping my hips

My body beneath his

Unleashed passion

I want to slide my hands up over his chest

Feel the muscles tense and flex

The warmth of his skin growing hotter

Beneath my exploring fingers

I want to taste the ridges of his belly

And follow that happy trail to its end.

My eyes tell him this and more.

His eyes invite me to come get it.

Scared, I look away.

Tension builds as I grasp for escaping love

my hand that I sculpted from need to hold you

hurts and withers as it’s no longer yearned for

your sultriness has become fallow and cold

to the hungry touch of my burning fingers

I become an iceberg desolate and stranded

My tip is sinking below your passionless sea

The pressure of heart ceasing is killing me.