Even when you are
Out of reach
I ache to touch you,
To run my fingers
Across that smooth
Landscape from your
Neck to your toes,
Irreverent thoughts
Filling my brain,
But I don’t care,
To feel your neck
With the tips of my fingers
Where it curves
From earlobes to lips,
Your lips, a secret
Treasure I can’t cease
To caress,
Soft, plump, potent,
Fingers going across
Them, then easily inside,
As I stare down
Into your deep eyes,
My whole essence
Swallowed, as I press
Deeper,
I am Jonas
And you have devoured me,
Keeping me contained,
My fingers; your mouth,
My soul sucked into
The windows of your eyes,
I am inside you,
Looking out,
Desperate to become you
To fill you up with all of me.
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