Picture white sheets
Your hand running up my back
my skin against yours
As I undo each button with determination
My hair caught between our lips.
Nothing gets me quite like
the soft echoing of your breath against my jaw
(And mine on yours)
Your soft cheek close to mine
As your heart begins to beat quickly.
Each movement of your body
Drastic or minimal
Is a shock
Yet the transition
Is no distraction from my nails digging into your skin.
And if I could I'd wrap you in forever
And see how long you'd be content
In my arms
In my mind
In my heart.
We're racing with no destination
Growing warmer as time lapses
And it's all a dream I'm sure
A recurring sensation.