There we are... the two of us on the couch
Were we watching T.V? A movie perhaps?
Or were we listening to music? Reminiscing?
It doesn't mater what we were doing,
It matters what we are about to do.
Invisible, it comes in the air,
We breath it in, and slowly it makes its effect
It makes its way into our bodies, and we feel it...
Suddenly I'm aware: my senses awaken.
I feel our touch, all this time i hadn't noticed
You were sitting, and resting your arm on the couch,
Your arm behind my back... I’m aware...
The air, we feel it, it becomes more and more obvious,
The room is getting filled with it...
Desire...
I notice my breath change, shorter, faster,
I’m less and less in control of it
My sense of touch sharpens, and I notice
Our hips touching, our shoulders touching
All this time we were sitting side by side...
I notice it now. I feel the heartbeat in my body
I hear it in my ears... i feel it in my chest
That involuntary action of a heart beat
Ignored otherwise is now impossible to disregard
I feel it... my lips feel it... and my breath quickens...
All of this is happening so fast
So sudden, all of this I try to hide.
I’m unsure if you feel it too, till you turn.
Suddenly you are facing me, and embracing me
Holding me close, one hand behind my head
Pulling me closer into that embrace
Your other hand wanders around my body
And my fingers in return go off and explore, the textures
Rough and dry on your clothes, warm and soft on your skin
And I catch a movement, an involuntary movement, a twitch
My finger, my wrist... my body’s excited and I can’t hide it
We feel it, in the air, deeper and deeper in our selves.
Desire...
This part... I love this part, even though
I’m not sure if you know just how much I enjoy it
Whether you know it or not, it doesn’t matter,
It is something you do, and I enjoy it.
Do you do it to please me? Is that why you do it?
Or do you do it because you know, that when you do that
There is nothing you’d ask me to do I could say "no" to.
It doesn’t matter; you are about to do it:
You stand up as I feel your arms holding on to me
You lift me, and I tightly wrap my thighs around your hips
And with that simple lift you made me yours...
I feel you desire me... I know you desire me...
And I’m glad, because my desire for you grows.
You walk to the room, carrying me still,
Still kissing me, still pressing me against you
Hip to hip we are, my thighs holding on to you tight
My body quivers with excitement,
I close my eyes, I don’t need to see, I feel.
I feel... its effects, how it affects...
Desire.
We are inside the room, inside the safety and privacy
Of those four silent walls, witnesses of us,
Our present... they see but won’t talk.
It is then when I think about what is to come
And I know, that it will be good; really, real good.
You put me down in the bed and I lay there,
Eyes still close, I don’t want to open them...
I don’t want to open them... because I know...
I know what is about to come.
I arch my back, but not because of pleasure
It is because of frustration... my eyes are closed
And I do not want to open them...I can’t go on.
I open my eyes as I exhale the air
I had been holding on my breath
I look around and I lay there, alone
Inside those four inclosing walls.
You are not there, and my breath changes
To a slow and deep movement, my senses numb
You, don't exist- and if you do I haven’t met you
As I lay there I come to the realization, again,
That this, was nothing other than a fantasy
The most cherished of them all,
A desire of my own.