Unfinished Business

He wasn’t the ‘hey baby, what’s your name kinda guy.’
Lingering that little bit longer than a glance,
he could see me, my vulnerability, my ‘emotional affamare.’
Awkwardly, I veered my gaze downward;
naked as the day I was born
I fell into his charms
I so craved to experience his confidence, his assuredness
I wanted to feel him all over me.
The very sinew of my soul craved him
I wanted him
And I wanted him right now…