Burning Rage

We lay in our warm bed, combined
as if we are both one body, one soul,
our heartbeats even sound together
as one, the unusual cold weather
gives us that needed excuse to stay
in bed.

Laying beside me, my head on his
chest, my hair draped over my eyes,
but I can still see you, like a thousand
times before, my fingertips tracing
your warm skin, I am dressed in
nothing but your embrace.

I press myself closer to you, my
breast press themselves closer to you,
you begin to talk but I place my lips
over yours, stopping any chance of
conversation, unless it is those low
groans I hear you make.

Trace my lines, I will touch you, explore
your body that I have come to know,
enjoying you each time like it was always
going to be our first time, still fresh, new,
since you, I have never thought of anyone
else.