Standing there.
But I love him, and not you.
Clean and dripping wet.
Heat vibrating, emanating, foreshadowing, smoking
me
out.
There you are.
You, not him, you.
You lean into me and the entire universe bends forward.
But I love him, and not you.
My face cupped, perched, lifted, toward
Unwavering silky threads
when lips
hover
one
second
before touching.
You, not him, you.
You, a stranger dressed in my man’s skin
are standing there
fresh from a long shower after a hard day tilling, braving, working
clean and dripping the day onto my carpets-
Making the end of winter feel like the middle of summer
But I love him, and not you.
steamy skin ..street heat vibrating, emanating, foreshadowing, smoking
me out
making me weaker than I already was
There you are.
You, not him, you.
Shaming me with your confidence
tempting me with your pride
and then the untoweled kiss
You lean into me and the entire universe bends forward
I am dizzy under the weight and magnitude of this thing…
How could he, love …me?
But I love him, and not you.
Your hands even kiss me, I feel kisses from your thoughts, sweet, soft, heavy…
My face cupped, perched, lifted, toward
absolutely everything this life has to offer, all visibly available in your smile
Unwavering silky threads
making my toes dance and my heart strings pull and my sweat leak
You, not him, you.
when lips
hover
one
second
before touching.

I think that I might, love you.