Saying good-bye to the one you love will tear at your heart, and make your eyes flood. Time, fifteen minutes or so and the ache is just that an ache. You always know that one love, the one love who will never be yours. And for me, that was you.
You draw a finger along the shape of my cheek,
cupping my face with tender hands
Breathing deeply the scent that I wear
your lips barely touching mine.
I desire, I want, I need.
You back me to the wall, using your presence as a barrier
and I groan with desire.
You capture my mouth in yours, possessing me
claiming what you want, what you desire, what you have earned.
Knees shake unable to support me
as I collapse into your arms.
You carry me forward and drop me on the bed
as I watch from lidded eyes.
There is no explanation required;
as you drop down next to me.
All we have is this time, this now
take me and make me yours.