Fingers tracing the back of your hand,
Slowly, barely touching
They travel up your arm,
Down your back,
To cup and pull towards me
Hard bodies against each other
        Soft lips against each other;
Each skip and caress
Played out by your hands
Sets fire to my body,
We move together,
Writhing bodies,
Hastily
              We undress each other
Heat of our lips and mouths meeting,
There we stand naked;
A pause to drink with my eyes,
The full figure of my enhanced desire,
We reach forwards
       Quivering

Outer surface of cold hands
holding thoughts in my warm palms
listening to thoughts through my cold ears
warm breath leaks into a frigid room
warm thoughts of skin to touch
I wish I was in bed with you.

warm or cold
I want to hold.

observed posture
A cup of tea
that seemingly inconsequential physicality
Too warm
let go

missing intimacy
seeking You out

mood changing
calming
focusing

when you profess sadness
or loneliness
it lessens mine

true a crutch
used to organize my feelings
and my emotions

at the other end I know myself better
a cross examination of humanity

sampling the samples of
a mind in a moment

making me feel
sorting complexity
a shiver on my arm

you provide context
clarity

the dishonesty of honesty
when do we lie to ourselves
when do we lie to each other
intoxicated mutterings
differs between the indulgence
of substance or body
both result in doe-eyed appreciation
eyes attached
i mutter returns of your honesty

I've wasted time not kissing you
But that thought is not new.
Your being truly captivates me;
Your lips, your hips,
Your thighs, your eyes.
Lost in a sea of our activity
My mind losing grip on reality
In the face of your intoxicating personality.

I've not wasted time in kissing you.