This sultry sullen
Hum running just
Beneath my skin
Has yet to quit
When you aren't there
To feel
To touch
To sense in every
Other sense
Of the word
Simply because
It means

With me,
In my arms
Your lips at the
Pulse in my
Neck, the
Long, long lashes
Lining your eyes
- no makeup
Necessary –
Flashing and
Fluttering against
My cheek

But, that hum
Is gone, when
You sit so close,
Close at hand,
Near enough
To touch,
The hands-on
Activities not
On the list
Because you
Are here, sharing
A slivered
Scrap of yourself
With me, and
You might not
Be into me

But I'll
Always have those