You look at me as if there’s no tomorrowYour green eyes probing,Seeking deep down to my soul.My knees weakening at the touchOf your fingers.Crawling along my skinOn the mountains of my cheeks,On the contours of my neck. Fluids forming in my throat,I forced them down –To give way to the words that crave to get outOf my mouth.Intoxicated by your flushed cheeks,Hypnotized by your gaze.Staring at you,Anticipating one perfect...