a story

you see him passing by.
handsome, nice looking, with strong arms.
you catch him looking at you with the corner of your eye.
an innocent look of interest, maybe attraction.
little by little, you get closer.
you talk, look at each other, touch, almost as if by the way.

he seeks your attention. he asks questions about what you like.
and how you see the world.
you joke, and find out that your sense of humor is so compatible.
he takes a blade of grass and moves it across your neck...
and that makes you tremble with lust.

you spend your evenings together.
by the fire.
dancing in the mountains.
drinking and laughing.
gazing at the stars.
pinned by the tree..
his mouth on yours, constantly.

and when you give in, just a little, to this feeling,
that stirs your heart and makes you alive,
he backs away.
leaving you hanging there, wondering,
analyzing and wishing for more.
will there be more?

at night
you crave his lips, his hands
lying quietly in your empty bed.

i want more.