Closer

Next to me.
So much tension.
Fear and longing battle, and for once
my heart outpaces my mind.
Husky voices and a question,
"What are you thinking about?"
Lips meeting.
No more barriers.
Melting shyness.
This.
Answer without words.
Soft hands and sharp nails,
bitten lips, swelling with lust.
Dizziness.
Drowning in your taste.
Moments flying by,
ending too soon,
yet an eternity.
An action.
Closer, this time
to heaven,
than I ever was to Hell,
for my delicious sins.