Even Now...

The tension mounted from the moment we met
crackling, sizzling ~ just below the
surface of my skin.
I wanted...something, and my blood
thrummed through my veins like
the last note plucked on a harp's strings.

Sensations I had buried and never
thought to feel again,
short of breath, skin tingling, my
brain stopped and my Desire has a life
Of its own.

Like desert flowers after the first rain
of the season, I could feel the petals
unfurl ~ the wetness of the storm
coalesced into one shimmering moment.
Your lips so close, your breath hot and moist
on the fine hairs on the back of my neck.

Through our clothes, I felt your heat,
the coiled strength of you, the tension
of a sexual timebomb ready to explode.
I clenched my fists and tried to stop
the image of you, hard and throbbing
in the palm of my hands or in....

My mouth, your mouth, our
tongues lashing out the fury of
our need to try to drown our chemistry.
Instead the duel ends with our
naked bodies entwined, sweating,
straining, cursing in the effort to
make it last, to not explode
into a wall of flame.

I don't have to have your soul
or even your heart.
But, oh, just for an hour to explore
and absorb your vitality, to feel every
synapse flare to life and to feel my
blood rush to the surface of my skin.

To remember the silken strength
of you filling me so deeply as every
part of me gets tighter, and wetter,
and hotter.
Clasping every bit of you inside and
waiting for that shining moment
when the world splinters apart and I
can feel that radiant gush of your soul
splashing inside me.

Oh! Oh....Wait a minute?
I must have been having that dream again.