Your lips I crave. . .
and to touch your face,
to feel your ******* again
make my heart tremble
as I enter your warmth
again after so long.

I couldn't talk as our
bodies moved together
as if in slow motion.

Where have you been
hiding my love I wanted
to say to her. . . but afraid
to speak fearing whatever
I said would only offend.

I still love you, I still need
you, I still look for you, I
wanted to scream out to
her. . . if only she could
read my mind.
                                   Jon York    2017