In That Moment

i touched her.

Had to.
Needed to.
Wanted to.

i wished she wanted me to.

i convinced myself.

i ignored myself.

i held her.

So sweetly I looked at her.
Gazed at her.
Dreamt of her.

i wanted to kiss her.

Her skin is so inviting.
So smooth.
So pale.
Pure.

& her eyes engage me.
Captivate me.
Lure me.
Tease me.

i caress her.

She ignores me.
i question myself.
But still I caress her.

& i’m lost.

Poetry By Impulse