Your noises are ghosts down my memory,
Like fire ****** in the soft air.
Your set cold eyelids,
Joy left in my skin,
After warm eyes .
I can't close the voices
Your close fire ground .
Mostly noises,
Left like soft memories,
I am miles from warm arms.
After joy, where you left ghosts,
Until something exhausted picks that memory off
My eyelids.

Liquid-like movement
Undulating lips and hips
Voracious senses

i remember his hands were large enough to cover my body
and he did
i remember how hungry he was, as if needing to devour me
and he did
i remember pressing and pulling
biting and thumping
i remember heat
i remember air as precious gasps
i remember fear

i'll find my way back to you late a night
using three thousand words
with all the meaning in the world
pressed in
meaning nothing at all
without the actions behind them
let the actions be my driving force
i want actions, not words

i want you in my bed
between the sheets and under heavy blankets;
holding me and warming me,
caressing me, ******* me.
wrap your arms around me,
clinging as if trying to
swallow our loneliness with brute strength

put up my hair, exposing the neck
my hand brushes my collarbone
on its way back down, i see your
glance beneath lashes
and something changes

"you missed a piece" you say
as you catch a curl behind my ear
grazing my neck with your thumb
as you pull away your hand
lingers where i brushed my collar
something intensifies

and so you sit back down at the other
end of the bed, have you
distanced yourself to breathe easier?
come back, i want to make it
difficult for you to breath
something snaps

i'm losing to the raging inside me
it's crawling up my abdomen
creeping up my chest
clouding my head
and seeping out through my pores
causing steam to rise from my skin
goosebumps chase behind as i imagine
your fingertips grazing my arm, my neck