Empty spaces

Exactly at this moment

I want to bite

your shoulder

and trace your

jawline

With my nails

and feel the prick of the

careless stubble

on my fingers.

I want to

play with your newly cut hair

with my other hand

and gently pull it back

tugging at your lower lip

Teasing it with my

tongue

and giving in to your

groan-

that is also mine.

Right now

I feel you,

you shiver

Close your eyes tight

and anticipate - correctly - the movement of my

fingers

on your neck,

your back (and your front)

Lower,

to your tense hips

even lower,

As the tension spreads

to your legs

I mizzle soft words

and kisses

starting from your surprised toes, ending with your eyes - a battleground of emotions

And I only have to listen

to your soft exhale

to know

you're home.

Except -

you're not.

[Artwork by Aditya Damle, a very dear friend, who has been kind enough to let me write for him. :)]