Nonchalant swipes, a branding spark.
Colons, dashes and asterisks - carefully arranged.
Soft whispers, quiet water, steamy breaths seen.
Smooth bellies, tender lips, musky smells imagined.

Alike paths cross, then twist away.
I miss what I've never had.

There's an awakening in my heart and...
   it feels so good,
      so right,
         so comfortable.

It's like it has always been there...
   festering,
      surfacing,
         growing.

Why now am I scared shitless...
   to let it overcome me?
      to let it consume me?
         to let it feed me?

Could it be because...
   it's too soon?
      it's too raw?
         it's too demanding?

Answers, please!