I want to trace
every line and contour of
your face,
your hands,
your throat,
and commit it to memory.
Cover every inch of my body with salty-sweet kisses,
my back against the wall,
your breath on my skin,
leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I can feel your heart pounding with intensity,
your lungs expanding with ragged breaths,
your hands shaking with desire.
We are utterly lost in our passion,
rendered clumsy with shaking fingers
and quivering breaths.
Fervent eyes meet for a brief moment:
a pause before it all shifts in and out of focus,
and I can't decide whether everything has been obscured,
or if everything is so vivid all at once.
