there was a struggle 
when i was leaving 
this morning:
my hands wanted to stay.

i was scarcely a mile away
before the truck was filled
with the now growing rebellion
of my body parts:

my lips spoke in verse of touching yours
my fingers tingled, cleverly reminding me of the affect of yours
my hips moved like they do when pressed against yours
my eyes closed and rolled back and desired... to only open again to yours

my heart burns for you, for yours, for always.