Sned your fingertips along the curve of my back
dipping into the rushing, running water
letting drops fall lightly just here, and here

I hear your voice, it echoes
and I pitch mine to join it close by your ear
and just behind you
filling the space around you with deepness

Can you, hear, feel, touch what is?
the warmth of the scent that surrounds you
embraces me
heat under my palms, along your hips
glide along your skin until
the warmth is caught between our fires

...please...
do not stop here
for I will become as stone, hard, cold, unyielding
and crumble to ashes with the weight of a million years
all in only seconds if you do.

(I never beg, yet my silence speaks.)