The Way

 
The way his words staggered when I moaned  his name, and the purrs of my pleasure sent him growling and fumbling for the buttons that would bare my soft pink skin to him.
The way I want him, knowing I can not give only flesh, knowing he would consume me, that I would steadily become his.
How I stop my urgency to remember one time with him would break him and me in the same breath.
How I lay awake and know he rests uneasily wanting me held to his nervous but sure chest.
How I wish I could be with him, how life crumbles the things we want most, so I admire all that I want and dream from afar.
His patience impresses me, how he waits on and on fondling what he imagines giving to me.
How I feel my release is his the same, how he knows what keeps me from his reach, and knows why he's made to wait for what he so deserves.
I die a thousand deaths with each day that passes without his voice rocking inside my wombs...his warmth soothing me to sleep in our release and fall into our true loves arms.