These little games we say
Bound up
In shadow play
Words caught in mind
Scenes played out
In glances
Scent the air
With raw desire
Hands seconds from each other
Haunt my dreams
Stoke fires higher
Until a glimpse
Spills out
on the page
Wet rush
Sound of leather on skin
The soft crack
A sound stifled
By a bitten lip
Red and ginger
Sitting is the reminder
A void of remember
Just our words on the screen
