Whisper

I often wonder

are you even slightly aware

of what you're doing to me?

How you're reaching inside me,

touching me, and where?

Your words inflame me and then

sometimes they're not enough

I want more, need you in me

like a battering ram inside

sometimes these feelings

are impossible to hide.

I often wonder

how your lips would feel

pressed against mine

would our tongues intertwine?

Or could I even breathe

with you so very near

or would I just cease to exist

and die from this tryst?

Can't you see how my soul

gets lost in your eyes,

your smile, the very thought

of you holding me tight

or pulling me near and

how the fantasy moves me

to tears.

I often wonder

If you enjoy those times

when you are making me feel

this way, If I begged for more,

a plea whispered in the dark,

what would you even say?

I write this poetry from my soul.

Deliver it at a crawl to you

does it thrill you all I have

to say or tell me am I slowly

pushing you away??