never would've guessed
i'm imagining
you getting undressed
my eyes glazing over
words are starting to slur
muscles relaxing and
thoughts are a blur
a brush of your hand
imaginary against my neck
my hair stands up
thoughts making me a wreck
it goes
around
it rounds
it pounds
it flutters to the rhythm
though the rhythm is mine
and it's all thanks to you
this time
