This Is Righteousness

You intoxicate me like no other fragrance has done before. Your sickly sweet pheromones have me reeling for a chance to catch my breath. Your not even kissing me yet and I feel my want for you reverberate from deep inside, like a bear acknowledging it’s hunger. Yes. You make me lick my lips. Tap my foot. Heave a sigh. And moan out loud. Because you. Well don’t get cocky now, but I’d love to be more familiar with the sounds you make as you fall asleep. The stubble in the morning that grows on your cheek. The way your singing is slightly off key. And the tight feeling of your body as you hold me. Waiting for release you stare at me with eyes of desperation. I never knew a man could look this. That a man could look so beaten, yet strong. Beautiful, yet masculine. Right, and wrong. I pull the trigger and light the fire. Our eyes meeting, our lips greeting. This is righteousness. Our fingers knot. Your thighs have me in lock. This is righteousness. Pinned to the floor, I couldn’t want more. This is righteousness. Skin to skin. Heart to heart. This is righteousness.