I crave your hipbones

beneath my hands,

your pulsing skin

between my teeth.

I’m aching for proximity.

Hungering for your

eyes to flutter closed

against my cheek.

I’ll whisper eloquence

between kisses,

sing ballads while

your head rests

against me.

I’m all contact

and kinesthetic,

your slender hands

coaxing the beast in me.

Primal transgression

escapes from me,

and you withdraw

from my touch.

You’re the riddle

I always think I’ve solved.

But I’m left empty handed,

no solution in sight.

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