Your Image

Your image
washes over me
stunning my senses
like ice
sliding slowly
down the ridge of my back
instantly alert
suddenly shocked
deathly afraid
at what I might do
might say
might slip up and admit
might mess around and murmur

Your scent sweeps through me
like the unsuspecting chill
that shivers the spine
shakes the torso
temporarily suspends
automatic reaction
realism
reality

Your image so
visceral and real
causing pure aching
longing
bashfully lustful
pulling me in
morphing my barriers
boundaries
limits
finding me
open