Just that small glance,
the one, over your shoulder,
told me more, than I ever needed to know.
Perhaps now, I am infected.
In fact I know, I am,
with the notion of you and I
writhing and breathing, the same b r e a t h
in a mass of tangled linen,
contracting and expanding
like a lung, bringing fuel to an entire body.
You and I.
And now, when I see you,
I lead you there, to the room that reeks
of lust, with my hand guiding yours.
You take me there too,
with just one small glance.
And you tell me what it is you want,
and it's more than I ever needed to know.