Tall Cool One

You look at me across a fire with hunger and a knowing that cuts through the buffer I think is there. You stand close enough to feel my breath, you watch me move, you call my name and it cuts my excuses short. I want to be near you, to smell your chest and taste the salt on your neck. I can look and smile but I'm frozen in my longing. Like a deer in the headlights, I'm mesmerized. I feel like I'm about to spontaneously combust, consumed by my own passion.