I like to hear your stuttered breath.

Knowing the effect I have.

As fingertips stir the flames of heightened senses.

Hands grip.

Deep breaths.

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.

Breathe again.

Soft laughter.

Time's cruel intervention,

Cutting you off.

To be continued

Is where we're left.

"Something New"


Devin Liotta