I like to hear your stuttered breath.
Knowing the effect I have.
As fingertips stir the flames of heightened senses.
Giving in to the hormonal hurricane.
It can't be fought.
A collision of thoughts and actions,
Culminating in the body's response.
Unwilling to relent.
But then, an interruption.
Time's cruel intervention,
Cutting you off.
To be continued
Is where we're left.