thoughts twirling around ceiling fans

The ceiling fan
stirs cool air
about my bare skin,
bumps form , the blanket pulls up;
I rest my head against a flat pillow
and wait for him..
he crawls next to me,
legs automatically intertwine ,
heart rate picks up two fold,
eyes open, slant and fill with life.

Blood turns warm,
eyes will not stop observing
the magnificent creature next to me,
Overwhelmed with love-
I will not say a word,
never say a word,
I will not give in,
I will not let my heart be viable
to accursed winds.

The ceiling fan
swirls silently above,
yet there is no affect
upon my uncovered skin,
I bubble like a volcanoe ready to burst,
this love-lust is
....
what it is;
we are what we are,
nothing more , nothing less
with this thought,
I lay my eyes to rest.