Aching Desire

Even though we are prisoners in a shack
of a cabin, I am in awe of your beauty.
I can't help myself, when I look at you
I lose my breath and turn white as a ghost.
This desire I have for you burns hotter
than a fire at a cookout, and leaves
my throat too swollen to swallow.
My fingers just have to follow the trails
of your curvy body down your beautiful
mountains to the spread of your lush canyon.