The build up of anticipation steadily grows and churns deep inside.
A longing to touch and feel another in ways new with them.
No holds bared the jubilation and joyful decree of wanted desire.
Pleasures in the progress of revealing oneself in full to another.
The excited tempo of hearts banging and bulging in need.
Never the word mentioned but the feelings grow like weeds.
A real need of the other in the ways of flesh and that of the mind.
Both the mental draw and the physical withdraw take their toll.
Decisions on moves and words obscured by the yearning.
Rooted in fantasy the realty proves to be more unfathomable.
Just words of inspiration and provocation to tempt and lure.
No logical reasons fill and foul the mind for want to move forward.
Just a biological compulsion that drives the deepest of urge.
What would we be without this mechanism that impels us along.
No more the source or the question we connect to others will, less.
A facial expression or turn of just the corner of a smile that takes us.
Then the other parts are quickly found, the ones we will miss most.
Even if fleeting grasp hold of what you can while its before you.
Or forsake the days of longing lost for being ones of lonely.
© Jeph Rants
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