When I Write About You
I sometimes falter
in my genuine desire,
I want to recreate a fashion
of delicious interaction
yet so often I find I am making things up,
who is all of this pent up energy for,
where do the words eventually land.
Can you hear me?
When in a moment I can suddenly withdraw
to imagine your lovely persona
a walk with lips across waiting skin,
a tease a tongue a nipple drawn
between fingertips, the motion slow,
when suddenly a gasp and alert is my show,
I wish to build upon the moment,
caress your internal fire,
to find you yearning with desire,
I will taste you if you allow me time,
to address every aspect of what is become you,
that true entity beyond fantasy,
I’ll open my eyes and still I can dream of you.