The way you held on to me after I released you; a claimed possession.
You leaned into the door jamb clutching your mug of coffee; liquid desire burning in your eyes as you take a sip and peer at me over the rim of your mug.
The way you command me to come into your presence; the heart thumping thrill of surrendering to your needs.
The way you hesitate just before touching me; reading you can some times be difficult.
There’s this constant push and pull, flow and ebb.
This dance has lasted too long!
You want me but never tell me so.
When I’m around you, there’s a level of intimacy that lingers between us.
We both hide what’s so plain to see.
We know it can not be, should not be.
But you’re always in front of me, in my ever present memory.