# 3 Write Love to Me

Write Love to Me

If you feel like writing about me,

of that fleeting moment when you slip inside,

of the flashing rapture of expectation.

and even though you're within-  you're also wrapped around,

and when I look up,

I see your eyes,

but you gently move inside, and

I turn blind

with a longing- so basal-

it’s shameful, at times.

If you feel like writing about me,

write about those fleeting, flashing moments when

your warm tongue prods and nudges, discovering

places I didn't know exist

and when you insist

on moving faster and harder and sooner

and I soar, we soar-

together, you and I.

Write about those fleeting, flashing moments,

as we summit those peaks,

and the sore slow descent,

back to our tangled heap of limbs and love,

write about the ache, barely there

that remains.