Simmering

The air simmers so seductively between us.

I am filled with the desire to feed your every need, as if I was made to please you because it pleases me. When we are separated, I still hear your call from miles away. Your fingers beg for my bare skin as the sun sets on the horizon.

The sun doesn't bounce off of me, it sinks in and the warmth of it draws you to me. Your day has darkness in every corner, but I have stored enough light for the both of us so that you are replenished when we meet again.

My mouth waters at the taste of the worshipping words you whisper to me. They are so easily given, so I cling on to every word and hold on for dear life,

risking heartbreak to the promises of love that you make because there is no other way for me to believe that I am worthy of it,

unless you tell me so.