i been thinking
it’s time to stop thinking
and time to slide
slip right back to into that fire
shivering in the middle of a heat wave
your hands in my hair
while your hips show me who’s boss
fingers playing me like a musical instrument
not sure if it’s the late night breeze
or your breath on my skin
my mouth goes dry at the thought
and i can always scent you
the hunt is growing wilder, impatient,
growling and ready to snap
no holds barred,
or,as you said,
inevitable