I’m intoxicated with dreams of you,
drunk on the idea of your hands on my body.
the fantasy places you in a seat,
my back to you.
you’ve already got a lover,
but I could replace the way you love her.
we are not alone,
but we are silent.
your hands slowly cascade like smoke;
they wrap around my waist.
nothing they do is ******,
but the tension lies beneath your palms,
where my heart beats only for
your love.