Skin brushes against skin, wild in our want

Skin brushes against skin, wild in our want,

We're so damn close, but it's never enough.

In my frustration, your eyes seem to taunt,

To beg, to plead, touch me, face soft and rough.

I need to pull you closer and closer.

This urgency, is new to me, frightening.

This moment, a symphony, us, the composer.

Our bodies, voices, thunder and lightning.

I look towards you, and comfort descends.

Recognition washes over. Secure

again, I know you belong. We depend

on each other, this feeling reassures.

Finally I understand, you are close.

You lean in. As we kiss, time slows.