Starving

Proximity. Distraction. Sideways glances.

Magnetic forces pulling us closer.

Anticipation. Longing.

Lips inches apart.

Mouth-watering desire.

Tentative. 

Touch... torturous delight

Hands. Skin. Touch. Breathe.

Breathless. 

Trembling, stomach flipping, heart racing.

Single-minded distraction.

Buttons, zips, clasps.

Clothes discarded.

Testing. Tasting. Exploring.

Bodies pressed against each other.

Closer. Closer.

Nails digging in.

Exquisite pleasure.

Waves building.

Total loss of control.

Tsunami.

Shaking.

Sweating.

Starving.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

That elevated feeling that builds throughout this piece get the point across well. Passion builds until a climax is inevitable, undeniable. A strong poem here.

[WorkInProgress]

This is a really powerful poem and i like the constant rhythm throughout.I cant think of anything that i'd want you to change. Great job.