A Gentle Tug
a gentle tug
happening on my covers.
sweet quiet winds that brush
against the skin,
a fleeting loveliness
happening again and again.
i want to feel your body pressed against mine,
i want to feel your body pressed against mine,
skin on skin.
arms and legs everywhere, mouths embracing.
tilted and pulled back
to make a dip where sweat drips can merge,
rediscovery of an already splendid treasure
of raking fingers and dilated eyes.
how wonderful. how magnetic.
skin on skin,
i want to feel your body pressed against mine.
love is a freight train.
love is a freight train.
it screams, hurtles
itself forward.
set
on a track of ferocity,
it stops for no one.