Hunger wakes me for the fifth time this evening. Growls build in the back of my throat as the frustration mounts. I throw the covers to the side and stand, my blood pumping in my ears and pulsing in long arcs down my body. My boxer briefs hit the floor as I tie my hair into a tight bun. I grow frustrated as the hairs defy me, delaying. Not quick enough. Never quick enough. I slide back under the discarded sheets, careful...

I’m strong in words and weak in deeds. A single glance, I hit my knees. Your eyes, they pierce, burning deep. Dislodge the secrets I mean to keep. I fight the urge, and gently shake. A sultry voice, my breath you take.

My thoughts, her thoughts, lying in that bed. Her skin, soft skin, a gently glowing red. This drug, her kiss, it burns upon my lips. Her smell, sweet hell, pulls me into bliss.. Slow, so slow, I pull her onto me. Hearts, two hearts, beat in perfect harmony. Seconds, minutes, they all just slip away. Her eyes, fierce eyes, seal me where I lie. Her breath, my breath, left ragged in the wake. Her love? Her lust? A difference...