Envelop

Shyness conceals an impassioned heart,
Unsure hands do not know where to start,
yet—
they are wanting.

Wanting,
to reach out and,
pull you down
pull you in
pull you to me,
If only i could push past frenetic thinking.

If only i could be brave enough
in those moments
when your ardent indigo eyes
fix on my gaze,
to act on the pacing lionesses piercing cries,
emblazoned only ever by your searing sight,

If only i could be bold enough
to pounce
claw and bite,
at your neck.
your back.
your thighs.
feel the full weight of your body against mine,
the unbinding of lungs with each whimpered sigh,

If only i could be ferocious enough
to consume your might,
grind and pulse under palpitating light,
gulping
gasping
begging,
for the reprieve given,
only,
by your pneumatic breath of life,

If only i could be fierce enough
to make you mine,
hands would intwine with your crown of ebony
lay you down on eider
cover your body
with the curved silhouette sign
of a wild woman,
wild eyes locked on yours
feel hips thrum as we collide,

If only?
I will change this line.
You will be mine.