My eyes closed, and it was you. 

My eyes open, and it is still you.

My body reacts- it’s chemical.

My heart pounds- it’s sentimental.

My face gets hot- it’s inevitable. 

My hands roam, and your name escapes my throat in a whispered rasp…

All in slow motion and way too fast. 

For me, this is almost ineffable; with all the foolish things I let spill out of my heart from my lips.. this … leaves me tongue tied. 

So I let my body speak for me- 

In warmth and flushes, 

Bitten lip and sighs,

Whispered dripped ecstasy. 

It was you.

It is you.

My body cannot deny it.