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