enraptured.

I'm consumed by the thought of you. 

The chap on your lips, the lines of your brown eyes,

the graze of your fingertips along my chin

bounce around in my head,

a celebratory dance that circles my mind,

when I think of you. 

The depth of your voice matches my desire

to go, know, 

you, myself, 

deeper than the passerby can fathom in their lifetime.

The rush of adrenaline that floods my veins

when I see you again, each time,

like that first January night,

only,

stronger. 


I can feel the cold leather against my skin

as I felt that first touch. 

The scent of you left me in tangles,

twists and turns I dared not undo. 

I shook out of my shoes and glared

into the space I occupied that you called

yours. 

You stared at me from the stairs that seemed

miles away, I blink and you were there,

consuming me in the space where I dare

not move. 

Breaths were short, my heart beat out of my chest

and into my fingertips and you kissed me,

the brush turned to pressure turned to bite.

The devil's snare,

I felt the heat trickle to my toes and from there,

bred a heat and a flame only you can extinguish for I,

well I am too enraptured to be burned by you. 

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