You haunt me.
In my dreams you smell like smoke curling in the night.
Your skin is etched with the esoteric and the occult.
Fog billows when you walk past me.
Out of your lips come words of leather and sweat.
 I dampen at your very being.
Can you be the hunter and I the hunted?
Can you make my eyes flutter with every kiss upon my body?
Delicate red crescent moons form on my thighs.
I curl my shaking fingers in my hair so I can imagine your fingers in their place.
Inhaling clove scented smoke as I fall back in these sheets.
My hands do not please me anymore.
You have invaded my bloodstream.
My eyes are glazed as you talk about the ancient ones.
 I need you inside but my door is locked.
My windows are cracking and you throw the rocks.
I suck up my voice with hesitation.
You whisper about skin as pure as snow.
But I gather my lust and lock it away.