Hidden feelings,
hidden wishes; awkward pauses, on sexual topics. Unwritten stories, unspoken fantasies,- imagined caresses of hidings in bedsheets. Pre-determined denials, for when it comes up, and I lie through my teeth that "It wouldn't be any good with us." And yet I know that if you wanted it, that I would give it to you without thinking about it. Whether now, tomorrow, or ten years married, it would be our affair within a heartbeat. Because I can't ignore the thunder in my head or the pangs that draw me from deep within my breast, And it would be no labor of lust, for this would be, an endeavor in love. |