Hungry

It’s you and me. We have this wind right here and it’s blowing hard I can feel that heat that breath that long, long pause. Don’t see those clouds hazy white don’t see that moon hung so still. Wisps of black around my face, cold breeze brushing against your neck but that breath so warm hungry against my chest, that touch so light, shivering down your back. Sand is soft and waves are light and all you hear is this breath so loud. No holding back no stopping now this long, long moment a hundred cracks, ready to be broken, hushed and hoarse.