I want...

I want to feel your hands on me,
running over the curves of my body,
and loving the softness of my skin.
Wanna feel the shudder, the shake
of desire,
the bubbling nervousness that trembles
in the stomach when new hands explore a body.
The fire begins
where your lips meet mine.
two hands for the two convex
curves of my hips,
a straight line down my stomach.
Lips to assuage the pain I feel,
and force out the emotions that choke
me every night.
Steady thrusting, melting bodies,
Can I reach it?
Can I get
There?
Might you allow my voice
to echo the feelings that
scream from within?