Longing

Long the morning
Long thoughts sent through trees
Senses heightened
Hair raised up 90 degrees
When you are looking at me
I feel longing, lusting, hunger
Pulling closer
Starving for your attention
My eyes pressed closed
Feel every curve of your body
Hang off me
Language woven with longing
Pulse raised up faster, it beats in this longing
Hold me
Slow, slow, slowly
My eyes pressed closed
Feel every curve of your body
Hang off me