Tell me
has the wind whispered through your bones
the way your fingers fall between the strands of my hair.
do the leaves drift abound suspended in flight
as your heart flutters captured in time.

Tell me
do my ardent advances tremble your able will,
has my unyielding touch coerced such affections,
will our embrace yet come at last,
can lips crash into raw ardor.

Tell me
can this go on