there is a feeling

warm and tingling and
sweet
when i think about the
way         i       make         you       twitch
like your body is made of need
like nothing else is left

when i think about your fingers and my flesh
pressing and and
your breath on my lips your
smell

there is a feeling

it shoots up the centre of my body
from somewhere low
from somewhere base
when i remember opening for you
melting for you and how
you took what i offered
and gave me no
barrier between us

there is a feeling

all about the warm place
under the bony bit
in the middle of my chest
like my body was only made
to hold my beating heart
and it's about to fail
and i'm not sure where my
limbs                              are
until my hands find your skin

when we are slightly damp
and pressed together
when your kisses start
to mean something different
when you thank me again again when
you see me

and then you leave and

there is a feeling