When with You

I feel you - inside - not the physical
hot, hardness of you, but the gentleness,
the soft tenderness whispering to me
when you hold me close enough to breathe in.
 
I want you - inside - the physical heat
that pulses in time with both our heartbeats;
your eyes caressing me, words unspoken
between us speak volumes - what, we can’t say.
 
Caught in my throat, unsafe emotions choke;
I beg for their release.  You brush my cheek
freeing the passion I hold so tightly.
One touch of your lips on mine - I am lost.
 
I know I could cry with you - for you, love
and laugh, rant and rave - I could be just - me.