Tell me

Tell me...
tell me you want me so badly
your own body aches with it...
that every thought of me
slips inside and burns you
awake all night.

Tell me...
tell me how it twists you,
this delicious torment,
to hold yourself back
when every part of you
screams to taste me,
to press into me,
to set us both on fire.

Tell me...
no...
sing to me 
a song...
not the kind that drifts in the air,
but the one that lives in your chest,
that rises in your throat
when you think of my skin,
my mouth,
the way I make you ache
and you cannot speak it.

Tell me, lover...
just tell me already...
how exquisite it is to want me,
and how unbearable 
it is to wait.