Wild hair, crazed eyes,

Hungry hands

It’s instinct now, baby, there’s a need

Lips parting, fingers sliding

All over your body

Flushed crimson, a tender friction,

Fierce sensations

Take a hold of me

You pull back

Smiling, daring

I face you

Teasing, laughing

You cut me off in one sweet, swift 

Shudder-inducing movement

I ignore doubts I shouldn’t have

As you block out lingering questions

Studying faces close range,

No more delusions

It’s unsure, it’s clumsy,

It’s Trouble with a capital T