One Afternoon in December

Senses
there were five at last count
from a precarious vantage atop my mind
I apprehend my infrared ignition
because
darling, we're so very, very close
every taste-tempting centimeter of your flesh
whispers to me, my elbow brushes yours
and a thunder of desire rolls over us
we gather speed and quake together, tiny frictions flare
into coronal mass ejections
of sweetest unadulterated need
you, my beautiful wet haven
begging to be kissed and penetrated everywhere
you saturate my mind
with such voracious delectation
I want to make the seconds last much longer
I want to heat the sun