The thought of your body
covering mine
makes my stomach perform acrobatics.
My cheeks flush.
I can feel
your breath against my neck
and know what it sounds like
when you moan,
even if it's only pretend
for right now.
I've thought about your face
when you come:
how your eyes close so tight.

Maybe it's just a spectre
my mind is making love to.
I turn my head
and you're watching me;
I'm undressing you
and you don't even know it.