My Property

Some people do not leave the mind.

They stay like a constant in the equation,

something small but impossible to remove.

I do not know if this pull comes from wanting something new

or from recognizing something already familiar,

as if everything was decided before we arrived.

Distance feels painful until love reaches in

Separated only by space and numbers waiting,

for someone to move.

If I were in front of you now,

chemistry would warm the room

before our minds activated our thoughts.

Connection would hold the room still.

Heat would pass between us and stay.

Contrasted by dirty shades of

impulsiveness on lustful erotic display Desires would stop hiding behind politeness

Torn clothes on the floor and chemicals

condensing over her large curves from friction

Violated and dominated in harmony,

as demanded, as requested, my property.