believing for a moment's touch

I say tease me

and her hot lips

seal over mine

to taste me—sweetly;

closing her eyes to

the barest touch.

I almost believe

that she is mine

I say I love you,

and she whispers

back, eyes glistening

something akin to tears,

(lips quivering in fear)

I almost believe

that she is mine

her slender arms

envelope me in their loving

grace, and the smell of the

loose dew of her skin,

I associate it

only with her.

& I almost believe

that she could be mine

I twirl the soft

silk strands, tangled

on my fingers, feeling

them softly caress and

curl upon my skin.

and I almost can believe

that she can be mine

her eyes speak

when she goes mute

with pain, sheltered

in the heart that

I yearn to hold.

I almost believe

that she is mine

her voice trails

upon my skin,

soft and thrilling,

a music made for

only my ears.

I almost believe

that she is mine

her words damn us,

keeping me from

leaving her without

first leaving my heart

as well for it is hers

to have forever.

and I almost believe

that she could be mine

her body remains

warm, yet my fingertips

only trace the cool

shadow that she has

cast and left.

& I almost can believe

that she will be mine