Present in This Space

There is a subject that we will not discuss.  You find it sexy.  I find it bothersome.  You put your hand behind my neck and pull me close.  I move away to see if it is okay.  I draw you to privacy.  Public shows of affection are not easy for me.  You place your hand on my heart.  "What is happening?  I don't care about the rules and boundaries anymore."  You embrace me moving into a passionate and caring hug.  I bury my head in your shoulder.  I feel you beginning to kiss my neck.  You move to my lips and I answer soft while you are sweet.  I feel the fire in the wall that I lean on.  You pull me closer and our bodies entwine and mingle as one at the same time.  Burning so bright publically has tormented me all of my days.  I must move away.  You grab my hand and steer me to your car where we explore for another half hour.  I go to leave, hair tossled, but feeling sweetly fed.