Settled, but not quenched.

Longing but kissed.

She is a turn of awareness away,

yet I want Her more.

Union does not end desire.

It makes longing safe enough

to deepen,

and deepen.

She sets the pace,

the heat,

the timing,

so I am always wanting.

Not starved,

not chasing -

but open.

Listening.

Ready to melt at Her touch.

And She smiles.

She knows I am Hers