want and why

god i want you

cant you feel it?

the way our skin sparks

flesh on flesh

so warm that it burn

cant you feel the air leaving my lungs as you slip off that shirt?

the way my hands tremble as they trail that line of hair above your waistband

brushing against what shouldn’t be there

you love her

you don’t love me

you don’t want me

so why does your body disagree?

why do you keep your hips closer than your hands

always waiting

for me to reach

for me to touch

for me to fall

so if you don’t love me

what is this

and

why

won’t

it

end