I need this thing.

This pulsing, vibrant thing.

Slip your arm around my waist

and feel the way my hips jut

and sway into yours,

bumping along to the trill

of my laughter sounding from

lips that quiver for yours.

Oh, this thing.

I need, I need this thing.

This pulsing, vibrant, necessary thing.

Your body closing in on mine.

Your breath matching time with mine.

Your eyes deepening to mine.

This thing, this necessary thing

has wrapped me up

just like your arms

wasting no time

to be mine.