The prospect of coaxing you back into this bed,
window open, letting early spring caress naked shoulders.
They peak just out from under blue sheets.
& how could you resist sliding out of your shirt,
dropping it on the ground and leaving your pants with it.
Your skin could be paired with mine, infusing, knitting together.
Bare chest along my spine, fire rippling the air between
the hair on my neck & your anticipating lips.
Imagine your hands exploring the mountains & valleys of my body,
fingers tracing smooth crevasses, exploring depths of skin & heat.
Think if you touched me here how that would feel.
Tiny spurts of oxygen leaving my throat laced with longing moans
& fingernails digging into pillow cases & mattress,
mind spinning. so high. in ecstasy.
Tell me you don't want me.
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