I can feel your hands on my waist,
Your hands moving up the inside
Of my sexy, black shirt,
I can feel your fingers on my back,
Your fingers tracing the bones
Of my spine.
I can feel you,
Pushing yourself hard
Moving my hair to the other side
Of my neck,
So you can kiss me there,
Skin to skin.
And I can feel the warmth of your breath as you tell me you love me.
And I wonder, can you, too, feel that shutter that runs through the entirety of my quaking body?