terrified and ecstatic.
My stomach flips between anxious, flittering butterflies
and growling, hungry lion
as I think of you
I want you,
Oh, how do I.
If I counted the ways I’d be here ‘til a week on Wednesday at least.
But it is my nature to worry.
Will I be enough?
Will I be too much?
Why do all these questions keep running through my mind?
I can’t be sure of the answers
but I can drown out the doubtful voices
with the deluge of desire
that floods me every time I remember your touch
and your sweet, delicious kisses.
I can chase them away
Remembering the look in your eyes
That reflects the hunger in mine.
I can lock them away
Behind a wall of your words
that remind me that you want me too.
Leaving me to anticipate
the shared fantasies