What To Say

Inserting an image; hands caressing a back, lips resting on a chest Devouring hair upon a neck, with ears subservient to a heartbeat Often, eyes command exposure, to bid a view of this others skin Nose nestled close; to breath this scent; all in 'Cause, every sense must be reviewed: Touch, smell, sight, taste, hear; sin Knotted limbs; the feeling though a swim Nothing phases in this bed Overwhelming: never said Wasting time: a foolish spread Wondering; a child of Loki Has a way to feed a fear All these moments shared so well Tick's a clock; no hands to gear Then a strength is shredded off Ominous thoughts begin to mosh Stay away! Advent of my love is felt Yet...for the words...I cannot help