these jumps
in my gut
do somersaults
and find its way
hurting
from sweet agony
the images
that are placed
in my conscious
when you and i
are simultaneously
in the mood
and the only things
that are on our minds
is beyond
casual conversation
the way
my thigh
begins to quiver
and i find myself
shivering
from the yearning
of you
imagining that
my lips are moist
because they’ve
been planted
with soft kisses
of you
and been satisfied
in a deeper place
harboring my chest
from these
rapidly paced
heartbeats
the back of my throat
becomes so dry
and arid
from the silent desires…….
of wanting you
by zubiluvs‚Â