An exotic perfume hangs heavy over your head
The last thing you think about
As you drift towards me
The vapors swirling madly in your wake
Dying spirals and a drop in my stomach
I stand across the room, waiting for novelty
Vicious desperation masked by indifference
Smoky anticipation of a fleeting moment, yet to come
Like an invisible thumb wishing to rule me
Quickening breath and tense muscles
Eyes catch each other
As my body melts into a languid haze
First touch becomes fast blood within my veins
This humid embrace, exhausting at every inhale
Every exhale a step closer to release
Now I define myself by your warmth
Longing, yearning to feel something more
Waking up to childish frustration