You enter, please. Come to me catchling.
I hear you in the forest, leaves skulking.
I smell you just as before.
A little sleep following a long night jolts my mind into these new, waking dimension/s.
to look at you.
And, I know that I want.
I want with wanton desires.
This kindled flame did fell me before the universe in prostration to the sensation stirring in me.
I shall know you when I see you again. I see you everywhere.
My surrender to pursue the mastery of your pleasure and discomfort.
Your stoic stillness and
those heavy shoulders.
My reserved disposition conceals me
as I see past veils, into swirling thoughts of desires to devour.
Delectable with shameful kindness.
To tell you:
I want to.
I want, too.
I too want to.
Desire wanting after waiting
be wrapped in gossamer as I
shake you loose from yourself so you can breathe deeply