when you tilt your head back,
i can see the veins in your neck
strain and stand out.
your skin pulls taut
and collarbones are defined.
i see your adam's apple move
as you swallow back tears.
your head falls forward,
caught just in time by your open palms.
those soft lips part,
and a shallow breath escapes.
my mind isn't where it should be.
i see your heart pounding
and rest a hand on your chest,
no fabric to stop me.
my lips find your neck
and i'm whispering against your warm skin.
i want your lips on mine
but i know i'll taste salt,
and that's enough to stop me.
for now.
