i imagine your fingertips mapping every crevice of my body,
how electric it must feel to soften beneath your commanding voice.
i squirm, not resisting, my hands exploring yours
as if they’ve always known where to go.

i shouldn’t know the ins and outs of your beautiful brain, but you map them on my skin,
a place i’m not allowed to stay.

you move through me like light through lace,
and i let you.
for each time i close a window,
you waltz in through the door i left unlocked.

how dare you send me secrets you’d never let the world see.
how dare i.
but it would be a sin not to,
for i imagine your screams interlacing with mine.

i know the shape of the line we shouldn’t cross,
and still,
i stand close enough to feel its heat.

there is hunger in the way i say your name,
out loud, in my mind, and under my breath,
my body tilting toward the thought of you.

i am done,
long before anything actually happens.