Craving

I want to

Feel the rush of the brush of your skin

Your thumb

Gently

Insistently

Massaging my lips

Open to you.

And, as my breath escapes me,

You breathe

in.

I want to

Feel your heart pound

As I trace the contours of your body.

Hear

your breath catch

as I press button

after button

after

button.

Your arm snake behind me,

Grab my hair

Pull us both up

For air.

I want to

Feel submerged

pulled under

by currents of desire powerful enough to want no resist.

To let go

Be carried to an island all our own

Where I can lose myself in your eyes

And you

in mine.

Mademoiselle May