Sensual Epiphany

Sitting here,
So close I can feel
The hair on your arms,

I want to crawl inside your sweater
And share your space.
I want to take off my shoes
And slip in between your socks and your toes.

I want to feel your eyelashes on my neck,
Your breath on my spine.
My cold fingers
Cocooned in your warm fingers.

And this desire,
This sensual epiphany,
Overwhelms my good senses.
And I lean in to brush against those hairs.

I catch my breath,
Shake indecency from my thoughts,
And lean the other way.