Colliding

As we collide into the other,  thunder like
His hands holding me steady, vice, I looking into his eyes
I couldn't believe, he was the one, I thought I'd never meet
Never paid any attention before., electrifying now he was
Running that lightning current, through me
Speaking without saying anything, looking at me
It's like the animal in us, the words are in our eyes, as he was
Searching, searching, flummoxed was I, sending shivers right through me
Such vision, never seen close by, for I ignored him disdainfully
As I saw him in the distance...wouldn't give the satisfaction of what,
I was feeling...But the senses in our hearing, as the blood's rushing in 
Feeling that whooshing, in our veins, as its traveling  intoxicatingly
The senses in our fingers, our lips our noses.
The eyes we don't need words, as we look into their eyes  
The definition is there to see, as we murmur with a look 
As we look deeply,  into those mesmerizing eyes,
The senses in, our hearing, so acutely attuned, as can be
Burning in our minds feelings,  he whispers sweetness, within me
We listen closely to ones, breathing excessively within 
The senses in our fingers, as we touch lightly, pianissimo. 
Touching softly, softly exploring, tentatively
The skin that's on fire, that it needs quenching.
Imagining in one's mind, pure eroticism, as one question, not 
The senses in our lips, as we kiss and kiss breathlessly.
The excruciating sensations, exuding, in our minds our brains.
Our noses smell the scent,  that musky unmistakable scent
When we inhale the scent,  that nearness of he,
Those pheromones driving ones wild, 
The primitiveness that animal scent off he.

                        By Connie James