Pathetic or Exquisit.
It’s pathetic how you devour my senses with your kiss, with your lips.
It’s shocking how I tingle at your touch, tremble at your caress and react to your grasp.
It’s awful bliss how I sink beyond the depth’s of your expression.
Drowning forever in a freefall of claustraphobic freedom.
All the while you stand there, alone.
Not having even introduced yourself yet.
Whilst I sweat an elasticity of rigidity in places with which I can’t fidget.
Shaking my head in bewilderment at my own lack of control when I can’t meet your gaze.
©G.P Williamson 2017