i hear your voice
deep and strong
sweet and sexy
and i walk to your room
anticipation crawling
over my body
like ants
you open the door
and in that moment
as i enter
the tension
between us
is almost
palpable
i can taste
our history
as muted and dim
as it may be
on my lips
and i can feel you
still
a ghost of you
a remnant
on my skin...
and to be there
standing
in front of you
i can feel it
intensified
the magnetism of it all
and as lips touch lips
and hands touch hands
and forge maps
on continents of skin
i know better
but i stay right there
unmoving i lay there
and respond
to your touch
and to your voice
as if I am the only spectator
to this vision of you
this version of you....
and i drink it in
even down to the very
scent of your cologne.