Love is a word too often used.
Squandered on meaningless moments
or never truly offered,
so, we play it safe.

"I like you...a lot"
"I miss you...all the time."

Phrases allowing us to close the distance
between our hearts, slowly,
with well timed words instead of touch.

But when we are near each other,
when our bodies reunite,
I feel as if its a bit more than "like,"

a firm, rough hand on warm, tender lips
igniting an inferno of need always smoldering
right underneath our skin.

And even when you go,
pieces of your soul linger in the air;
sweet smelling drops of memory reminding me that
I haven't felt anything like this before
and leave me aching for so much more.