When We Were Young

The taste of sweet surrender on my lips as I plunge
Head first into the deep, sweet dreams of loving
You
All that haunt my nights are the images of your face
Of the hope I once had
Of us

The smell of you all over me
The smell of your sweat, your soul
As we sway, slowly
Like a boat in the waters of Venice
The magic of the moment engulfing me

The sound of my heart in my chest
Beating rythmically to another drum
Somewhere deeper down.

Inside, a rising warmth
Like ecstasy
Losing myself in your arms
Our wild, crazy game
Our voices trying hard to not be heard
And the look on my face
A bright, white smile
Thanking you for the opportunity to let go.

I miss those dreams.
Those moments when my body would cleave to itself
And my knees would fail at a thought,
One touch driving me wild
One touch causing every one of my bones to dance.

But you made her dance twice as much.
Her insides clung to you
And I was left on our bed all alone
Breathing hard,
Wishing you would come home instead
So that I could feel all the things we felt when we were young.