solution to my confusion

you prompt
the throaty moan
that escapes my lips
just by
standing so close
and when you
reach out and touch
my neck
my insides quake
from the swarms of
that rise and cloud
my mind
and then you step
even closer
close enough to hear my
faint prayers
and disoriented pleas
while your finger trails
down my spine
beautiful havoc
and your lips
prove to be
the only solution
to calm the storm

March 2013

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