Passion

It burns inside my body
It pools inside my stomach
The  need wraps itself around my heart
It mutes my tongue and takes my words

Butterflies dance inside my mind
Ideas take hold and push me forward
A drink in hand, I watch him
His words pierce all those around him

Little does he know what he is doing
My heart races with desire
The others around us notice nothing
Yet he stands there, defiant, weaving words of wonder

When he has finished I want to run to him
I crave his attention, his touch
But I stay back, apart from the others with drink in hand
As I listen to my hunger and try to stop myself

He notices me
Our eyes meet and he knows
A smile spread across his lips
He can see the hunger that burns in me

We leave together