If Our Knees Had Voices

About him. Again. *sigh*

His touch

was breathtaking.

I wonder

if he noticed.

Our knees

acquainted.

His jeans

against my slacks.

"What a lovely

way to meet,"

I could imagine them say,

if our knees

had voices at all.

He makes me

intoxicated.

If they had any voices at all.