i confess-
i have been undressing you
for monthes in my mind...
trying not to rush in
i have barely made it past your
bra or panty line-
except with the tip of my finger tracing
lightly underneath the seams.
i linger there,
trying to fight it-
i never meant to give in
but i have been spellbound since
your eyes.
i think
i must have stumbled around there
for at least a week or two
trying to shake it off.
but when i looked up
i was tangled in
your lips glistening in the streetlight.
and before i even realized,
i was drowning in this
undercurrent of desire pulling
steady, hard and slow...

i am drunk from want-
and though i try to walk the line,
i am stumbling
falling onto the side
where your body's outline
is illuminated
by the candlelight.
how can i ignore it when
i feel it tingling beneath my skin
seeping thru my pores,
aching
to take you fiercely
in spite of rational judgement
and
all the reasons
i want to believe it is wrong.