meet me there

My hand skipped to wave at him. It had been too long since I’d last seen his face. I’d forgotten his sad eyes and airy scent.

My eyes didn’t move from him. I studied his stance, too soon I wanted to correct his horrible posture.

In that split moment walking past him, he seemed primal.

I don’t know anything. He never met my eyes.

I imagined falling on my knees at that moment all to beg.

I beg you to see. I beg you to want. This level of desire disgusts me.

I am restless, everything is calling me to ache here.

I want a man who has never seen me open. I’d be at ease then.